Eye to eye on the opponent
A strategy for me to explore
A beginning before any score
I am ready with my silver sword
Before I begin, I want to salute my Lord
Cling Cling to the other opponent’s sword
A battle to the finish
Who will be victorious and distinguished?
The opponent raises his sword to catch me off guard
Yet my plan being a strategy
A mind game to confuse my opponent
My sword will be the victorious one
We are doing battle and far from done
My sword is my king and eye from Heaven being the thing
Suddenly the other opponent hits the ground
It’s his sword falling in the making the sound
My sword is pointed at the opponent’s chest
The same sword could end his life
Shall he live or should I cut off his breath?
This is a moment to be victorious
But since my sword cokes from the Lord, I will let the other opponent live
After all, this was a pillar of Strategy War
This wasn’t a war to the death
It was a war in showing who was confident and assured
Who was the best and who should get applause
The sword had a reflecting light with someone’s name
The name being Lord Victorious
A war being nothing more than a game
But with coaching in knowing I was the tame
No negative vibe of blame
The strategy war in what I saw
It was the test of endurance and confidence in being sure.