My danger is imminent, at long life
My danger is penetrating the soul.
It is an exactly harmonious death,
Upon the time I was dead,
Like a spread has turned into solid contentment.
My muddiness in these waters
Brings shame to my boots, the shoes of death.
I love a little danger when anger upsets
Us, and when it conceals the danger of death.
Opening an action is like deathly awakening,
The theatre of war is upon us all, when we commit deeds
To our name.
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