Death comes and death goes, death as sharp as the thorns of a rose, it is necessary for some and practical for most, it feeds on this world like a leech to its host. Death is not caring, patient, or kind, death is the nightmare that weighs on men's minds, death is the dark void without the light at the end, it has no allies nor has any friends. death comes at a time that is most unexpected, it has no motive that can be directed. Death is the fine line between life eternal, the dwelling of such a fiery infernal. Do not fear death, for it is sure to come, a tragedy for most...but freedom for some.
The way of the ninja is to embrace death with courage in order to maintain one's honor.
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