Amok!

Triangles - everywhere! Fluid body movement...
Just one more step to feeding...
Worth dying by his blade, fast enemy!
No choice, I must defeat him!

My knife, my soul, my heart - we're one!
Another slash and parry!
Disarm, and harm that's my intent!
Given the chance - he will not spare me!

I fake a nine, and drive for interception!
The biceps slashed to s##t!
No time to think, the agony, the bleeding!
Another strike, another gashing slit!

I'm running out of time...
No chance to think, no flash before the eyes
Just concentration, breathing...
One step away from death - one understands
What's like to be a man that's living...

Here comes the strike! The block! The counter!
He got me good... I GUT him better!
We stare... into each other's eyes
In silent honor, our farewell forever

So many things, in so few minutes
The pain! So sweet - inhaling air...
The rain - rejuvenating...
But he is gone and does not care...

I soon forget the blood that's on the ground...
And scan the other men that stand around
Beware all, who's looking for a challenge!

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2010