Once upon a time
World was not in peace
Wars happened everywhere
Women and kids were all sad
Husbands and dads
Joined the wars and dead

There was one kid
He saw what he saw
His dad was killed
They slit his throat and laughed
That violance somehow
Embedded something in his heart

Years passed
He is a grown man now
World is still the same
Wars still everywhere
He survived somehow
He is still alive now

As a grown man
He wanted to serve his country
A dangerous but safe ground
Where his dad was killed
Where a lonely kid grew up

He worked ******* skills
And joined so many wars
He danced in each war
With his beautiful partner,
His sword

Whenever he saw violence
He was terrific then
But now he's not
To **** enemies is a must
To protect the ground he lives in is a must

There is nothing he terrific of
He saw the worst possibility of violence
His dad was killed! They slit his throat!
He is a cold hearted worrior

"Don't beg for life when you **** people,
Don't beg for sympathy when you have none"
Those ices embedded in his heart
Made him a merciless man
They killed his parents with no doubt
The same way will he do

He is the cold hearted worrior
He lives with his sword
He is living in wars.

Staring at his number,
I am missing the bad guy.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
The curtain pulled up.
They danced, gracefully
To the song, rhythmly
With eyes locked to each other
They smile, beautifully
And dance and dance and dance
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
The shoes hit the floor
Hold hands,
And dance and dance and dance,
face the audiences,
And smile and smile and smile,
Bow for few seconds,
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"*
The curtains rolled down.

Sweats scattered all around,
But anxious now no where to be found,
Because on that faces of the audiences,
All smiles and excites, No, no big frowns.