Man of fire, Man of ice, You lead yourself To live in vice. With sword in hand, And pint of beer, You voyage life Without a fear. So fight your wars, Kill your beasts, After that we all shall feast. We'll build a joint Ten feet high And smoke it Till we reach the sky, And when time comes To fight a war All but you Will find the door.
Reason for writing:
My friend who believes in the warrior ways, Richard Taylor.
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