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The Age Of Swordsmanship


His   once  hard

 stare   crumbled  down  upon  me  

as   his   gentle  nature    soon   took  over  ,

from  the    age  of   true   samurai    swordsmanship  

ah  but  alas    nothing   could   compare  

to   the  age  of     something    so   desireable   even   when  it   was  a   road   paved    with   blood   and   murder  so  unwanted   by  many

ways    it   was   supposed  to   be   a   way   to 

assure    peace     and   tranquility  ;

I   could   not   want  anything   more  than  

this    new  peaceful   era     of   love   light  and   dark  intentions  alone  in the  days   of   swordsmanship   be   truly   complete 

in  all  the   ways  its   supposed  to   be     so   real .

His    angelic   gaze  had    

so   granted   me  a    more  intene  

stare  of  true   concern   so    real  and   full of    a  cheerfulness ,

that  so  many   could   detest  with  a  passion 

so   full of   hatered   and   wrongfulness

that   now   runs   our   day  to   day   lives  even  when  it   shouldn't 

have   to   do  so ;

Life   goes  on   and   nothing    in   the   past   can be  

undone   so    that  none   can   understand

to   this   day   so    cold     and   dark .

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