Steed
by Seong Jin
Three sharp weapons to kill with,
Oh, how horrible!
Each time I stab and slash,
Blood oozes out,
And tarnishes my reputation.
It is not my fault,
How could I be when I live to serve?
How could I be when I serve to live?
I am driven,
By a force stronger than mine,
Stabbing and Slashing,
Three times a day.
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