To thee I offer gratitude
Not anger, blame or attitude
You forged me into perfect steel
So evil I would surely kill
Each hammer stroke shapes my blade
Until I’m finished and all made.
Grinding takes off edges rough
Polish makes me smooth and tough.
The hilt and blade are finally fused
I am now ready to be used.
In the masters hand I’ll stay
To conquer evil every day.
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