I fought a monster in my youth the same way
I fight a bull in adulthood, I get to be heroic and proud.
The sea is an expanse of the heart for the slayers,
The ocean is spread like the holiest form of water.
In it the diving is carried into bliss, so deeper than sin,
So vaster than the air you breathe.
Like this combating, like this monster gazing at you,
Water is hundreds of times more powerful than sin,
That holiest water fills the stomach, quenching the thirst
And eliminating the enemy in one whole stroke of medicine.
I fought loving words with the spinning action of my sword,
Then the monsters died, the monster surrendered on all fours.
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