Sword

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I am a cold killer
Blood runs through my channels like a flowing river
The screams of women, children, and men is music to my
ears
I am a one way ticket to Hell
The taste of blood is like a sweet delicacy
And yet I am a sign of chivalry
I rest dormant in my casket until the day of strife
Then I rise up striking men from horses
During a blitzkrieg
When I am done I return to my integument
Awaiting the next bout of blood shed





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