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Their hearts beating, pulse racing, plams sweating.
The clash of steel on stell shatters silence.
Quickly, a parry, block, sidestep, they ring
A barbaric cry to the heavens,
with The furies of a thousand samurai;
Hellfires blazing with each deafened slash
While ancestors watch over their sons high,
The warriors of honor, actions rash.
In bushido they fight, for a future
Afterlife of which honor envelops,
But in seppuku they fall,
victims to A dishonor,
cured only by their death.
What honor is there to gain while slaying
Fellow kin? A path of death beginning.
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jk about the sexy part. lol