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Today Is Not the Day We Die
Bruised, battered, bloodied Sweaty, salty, smelly Still we stand and fight For today is not the day we die. A vast army comes 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 a 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 a 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.