Swordfight
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Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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The glint of steel in the opponent's eye,
This duel promises to end in bloodshed.
A clash of egos, armour and metal,
Bring the death partner to his knees, or die.
The battle begins, all they see is red.
Swords are colliding and screams are exchanged.
Alone with hearts venom-full of loathing,
Their only objective: To see him dead.
Omit the sword and other stell assets,
What is left is what you should contemplate.
What is left is the cause of rivalry.
What is left is the purest form of hate.
War is just an old fashioned form of hate.
(c) Fay Jackson 2001
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