Toy Soldier

I met my foe with a knife in my hand

But we’re in this together, till death due us part

I left my foe with my knife in my hand

Resilience I must master

Resilience re-silenced when my foe walks free

With a knife in my hand, again we meet

My foe stands before me, waiting in peace

Impassivity I must master

Impassive I am not, and so my foe walks free

And I walk alone, with my knife ready

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