In the line of fire
Abandoning all desire
Walked a man trenched in blood
He did what he could
Through the rifts of creation
Death was the ultimate destination
Bending all rituals of time
Amidst war, he committed a crime
Despite the titanic struggle
Along life, he had a juggle
The reaper did come for him
How can survival be so grimm
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