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One can only wonder what goes through the mind of a warrior.

A man, whose soul purpose is to fight?

Through all day and through all night.

It is all that he is alive for.

He walks the line of sanity and beyond.

Is it fighting he is truly fond?

Is a sadistic taste of blood?

Or is he monistic? Craving a bloody dagger into his gut!

One goes through his mind?

What goes through his sight?

What he does, is it right?

His friends his family,

Few are ever close.

In a moments notice he can be tapped into play?

Over all he ahs nothing to say but ok!

He must fight and kill?

If he doesn’t, you think he will live still?

He is the man I must respect,

He is also the man with a rusty knife to my neck!