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Shattered, torn, beaten, stabbed, and thrown down,
a glare full of malice for the foe,
a flash of steel and a silent scream,
the enemies finally ended,
the battle almost done,
with rage filled and hate released,
the blood is spilt at last,
one falls while the other stands,
good and evil matter not,
all sins laid bare and exposed,
as the life slowly drains away,
the fear and hate slowly fade,
as the rage vanishes into naught,
the final and last blow soon to be dealt,
the victor to prove that only one is true,
another flash and the pain stops,
it is over,
Death has come and claimed his kill,
but he will be back for more,
because the curse of the warrior,
can never be ended,
the fighter must always fight,
the warrior always wage war,
the killer lusts to kill,
never again will peace be sung,
from those of the cursed