Slashing and lunging
Attacking in a flash of the moment
Blood on my hands
your fear is in my hands.
Why dont you fight?
Running through the battle feild
Muskeet and Saber in my hand.
Killing is a part of life.
Why dont you fight?
Screams sounding like cats crying
Children squirm and sqwall for they're mothers.
Burning huts fregrance in the air.
Why dont you fight?
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