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i stand there bleeding from the ribs

i then have my leg broken and kneel to the ground

i then look up and check all around

i see nothing

i know there is something

i was fighting a man

i know this i was doing hand to hand

death was taking its toll on me

soon it will devoure me  

i then take my sword and stand up hold my side

i leg was not broken i just lied

i then swing in front of me

i drop to the ground and bleed

i say good fight and take my last breath

i then fall into enternal death