I am dressed for war;

Perfect aggression is found

without hate at all.

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A firm grip, a swish.

In attack and in defence;

my epee, my soul.

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Like a dry salmon,

designed to bereave, or at

least score a few points.

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Salute! In honour

I affix my new face and

adopt my lapse stance.

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In quickness of steel

and mask of my enemy

I find my own zen.

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Playtime is over;

We put up our swords and masks

and war. We shake hands.