Without it I would be a bare tree.
Swords whizzing past my face.
I rather get slashed with a sword, then smashed with a mace.
I combined my sword and shield to protect myself.
If your going up against me you better watch yourself.
I have killed many men,
maybe even more than ten.
I survived the war
and tonight I will feel sore.
We will celebrate our win in battle,
while eating the cattle.
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