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Father, grandfather, father's grandfather, all died by the blade. Father's grandfather fell fighting one hundred. Grandfather fell fighting too. Father fell fighting as well, while protecting his wounded troop. All these men put up a fight, they did what they had to do It runs in our veins, we stay the same, destined to do what we do. Our grandmothers hug our grandchildren, while they still can widows tell their sons when they're old enough to use a blade so one day, whenever my son asks where father went off to tell him it runs in our veins tell him I will see him soon.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
A Warrior Lays Dying
Father, grandfather, father's grandfather, all died by the blade. Father's grandfather fell fighting one hundred. Grandfather fell fighting too. Father fell fighting as well, while protecting his wounded troop. All these men put up a fight, they did what they had to do It runs in our veins, we stay the same, destined to do what we do. Our grandmothers hug our grandchildren, while they still can widows tell their sons when they're old enough to use a blade so one day, whenever my son asks where father went off to tell him it runs in our veins tell him I will see him soon.
I had a completely different poem planned for this theme, but the words started doing their own thing. The struggle is real. The blade calls!
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
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