The Samurai

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So many have fallen to my blade
They honor me with their Bushido way
This crimson sword is my only friend
An extension of my soul fused to steel
Bringing forth the harbinger of death

Does my sword have pity or remorse
Showered in blood that’s not its own
So easy the lost souls are wiped away
But not so for the rag that is left behind
Carrying sorrow with its stains

Now its my time to lay down to rest
As the clouds above weep for the fallen
The battlefield honors me of my Bushido way
Peacefully to be taken by a warriors cloud
To Join my brothers to await the next life