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Today is not the day we die

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Bruised, battered, bloodied
Sweaty, salty, smelly
Still we stand and fight
For today is not the day we die.
A vast army come at us wave after wave
Behind us is the sea
Filled with the roasted bones of our vessels
Burnt by us
For retreat is not an option.
Feint,
Dodge
Parry,
Slash,
Thrust
And I pulled the sword from his belly.
His intestines ran out like children freed after school hours.
The sword feels heavy
My hand feels weak
My sword is lighter
But it is broken and buried in the skull of a giant.
His name must be Goliath
Won’t it be a cliché if I say mine is David.
Parry, parry, dodge and swing,
His head ran from his body
Drenching me in a fountain of blood.
Today is not the day we die,
For I’m still a newly-wed of 1year 1 month
Must once more grind my loin against my wife’s behind,
Grab an handful of her upper body strength
Touching and swallowing the summits
And then make an insertion on the centerspread.
Sounds crazy thinking of sex on a battle field.
Crazier that I have an hard on,
Maybe sex and death are related,
For some face it afraid.
Today is not the day we die
Bruised, battered, bloodied
Sweaty, salty, smelly
Swinging, slashing, stabbing,
Death will come
When it will come
But it shall meet me standing
Probably with a hard on.
When it will come
I know not
But today is not the day I die.

Signed

King Olulu, who is not from Zulu

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