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The warrior speeds through the bamboo forest. He cannot be seen from the enemy. This is guerilla warfare. He uses the tactics of assymetry, assimilated knowledge. He executes his foe with fine finesse. Rest must be taken. Delicately, quickly. Where previous samurai have died, He lands his foot. The burial ground of ancient merceneries, Today now a battlefield revisited. Dropping and exploding. Hiroshima bombs. Atomic catastrophe. Birds still flutter peacefully. The samurai awakens from his violent dream. He must walk into the forest of reality. He must face his betrayor.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
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The warrior speeds through the bamboo forest. He cannot be seen from the enemy. This is guerilla warfare. He uses the tactics of assymetry, assimilated knowledge. He executes his foe with fine finesse. Rest must be taken. Delicately, quickly. Where previous samurai have died, He lands his foot. The burial ground of ancient merceneries, Today now a battlefield revisited. Dropping and exploding. Hiroshima bombs. Atomic catastrophe. Birds still flutter peacefully. The samurai awakens from his violent dream. He must walk into the forest of reality. He must face his betrayor.
japan
miguel-diaz
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
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