| We shall all die and I fear it not. In a way we are all dying, for indeed life is a slow death. We grow old, fade away, grow weak. I say let the weak die. My time shall come when I am weak, as with all the others. If I am shot in the back, I'm a fool not to forsee that a sniper may lurk in the shadows behind me. If I'm stabbed to death with a knife or dagger, I am weaker warrior than my foe. If I'm poisoned, I am a fool to let my enemy near my food. If a car hits me, I am too unobservant to deserve survival. If I die of deseace it is my destiny, Alas, if anybody wants me dead let them try; I enjoy a good fight and if they win, wich they won't... they win, so what? I'll die fighting. Reincarnation in Valhalla awaits. Eternal strife!! |
