When I decide to fight
When I decide to fight, when I decide to lift my sword and stand on the battlefield I will show my enemy my hunger for his death.
Fear would fear me and death will get mad over my enthusiasm in facing him.
Defeat will never be an option even against great odds I will fight and stand my ground even the greatest beast would cower at the size of my wrath.
Enemies would swarm like the flies in the sight of a fallen carcass, I will use my sword against them. They will see the afterlife soon as my blade cut through their trunks.
When I decide to fight I will give my life even if I gain nothing but scars and countless injuries and even death.
Bodies will fall beside me, arrows will pierce my heart draining all the life and blood from out of me but I will still push.
I might not be remembered by those who write the history, no poets might sing for me but I will still stand my ground, my body would be the sustenance for the soil, the battlefield is my home and the darkest valleys are my fortress.
When I decide to give my life to something then it involves everything in me. All the things that I have, the only things I have, I will be glad to lose everything that I die to have.
It has been this way as it will ever be. I have been and I will still be someone like this.
I will never lose my life to something unworthy, but to someone I love, I will give my life if its what it take, I will die a million death and receive all the killing blows over and over again if that what it takes.

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