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movin along, head strong follow a path/
reach a village at last, after days have passed/
travel long a road, the autumn wind cold/
wish for a life in a humble abode/

but a mission he holds, no time for rest/
nothing can get in between him and his progress/
arriving at night, he was met by an enemy/
one in service of opposing entities/

crossing the bridge, he drew upon a blade/
Both would square off, steel on display/
the enemy attack first, mad burst of energy/
drop to the side blade missin by milime-

ters, the first instinct to strike back/
blade hit blade enemy blocks attack/
But just like that reaction predicted/
next thing you know enemy is intersected/

body drops of the bridge and splash in the river/
the winner makes his was into town to eat dinner/
katana in the sheath cloth wiped it clean/
rest at his side as he steps off the scene/

Posted on: 2007/4/11 13:50
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Re: 1607
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Verse 2

The red light district, late at night/
bustling busy streets lit up bright/
wandered the roads until he found the site/
dressed up, high class citizen type/

No blade at the waist side, won't catch attention/
enter in the mansion, geisha tryin to impress him/
he play along right, say he staying for the night/
choose one lady sayin she his kinda type/

In his sight is the target, the purpose of his mission/
a low down criminal and dirty politician/
but he has to play his part, and wait for his mark/
Draws no attention, all bite no bark/

Takes his lady to the room, gets up in her womb/
she falls right to sleep when he makes her flower bloom/
Sticks to the shadows, cross the hallway/
into the room, with his target at play/

Posted on: 2007/5/9 22:18
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