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A Call to Practice

"A Call to Practice"

No fame, no glory, not proud, not sure

Let my worldly worries be shed in this breath

As I wield the blade that protects life from death

For nothing else matters while I’m swinging my sword

Parrying exhaustion with the will to do more

No one’s foul words shall stifle my cause

No one’s misdeeds will lead me to pause

For I’m beyond all reproach while I’m swinging my sword

Some only glimpse through the curtained door

In the grasp of uncertainty, they ponder on

Some watch for a lifetime, and then they’ll be gone

My legacy, the stains on the grip of my sword

Enjoy your practice!

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