I am a licensed man
Nurtured
In the way
Of the beast
With crimson colour of blood
Born and bred
In the wildest
Of the earth.
By my faith,
I avow my commitment
To the thin dividing line
Between life and death.
If life is to live with a breath
And death without a breath
Then the grim destiny
Of our death is more in ways
Than I can kill.
I take this vow
In the stupor of my faith
Believing the paradise
Measured out for me.
I am now in heaven
But still expecting
My earthly virgins
As I make this vow
To set agonizing
Death upon the land.
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