Swords Kill
He thought he was brave and full of wit
He thought so indeed, but the grave is what he bit
The sword raised above him, a tune of horror
The man begged like a peasant, but poorer
The sword drew closer, giving a glimpse of the light
The man drew his eyes closed, dying in fright
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