In ancient time, men fought in arena
as a fierce gladiator.
The deadly weapons they did wield,
taking the cover of steely shield.
He slashed the opponent's throat,
with blood his body soaked.
He won without any fear.
He shed not a tear.
With blood his armor spattered.
A loud applause filled the air.
He must kill or be killed
either by his will or not his will.
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