The Young Klingon Warrior
The Young Klingon Warrior
A young Klingon warrior
Raised with the taste of blood in his mouth
Trained to never back down
To always fight the good fight
Never to be allowed to quit
His blood runs cold as the battle begins
He will kill a thousand with one blade
Not bothering to look back at the dead
He doesn't care what shows in their eyes
He has just one mission
His soul is to live or die for the Empire
He will never run
As his blood flows onto the ground
He will breathe his last breath
He will die an honorable death
With his death he will be remembered
All will know that he was a true warrior
And he lived his life the way he wanted\
He died the way he wanted
Defending the empire he loved
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