Shto36u3

Hot shot
Shiny new
Centurion
Upon the
Battlefield

Pristine gleaming
Gladius and mask
Frozen forever in
Dismay As

He looks with
Contempt At
Me and my
Older ways

He will kick
And punch with
Steel glove
Stabbing

With sword
To quickly
Kill me
I

Evade and
Block
And laugh
The same as

When any blade
Strikes my
Armor plate
“Come

on!”
I say
To intimidate
And urge him to

Swing
So that
I may
Parry

“Ad mortem
Inimicus!” As
He stumbles back
Not expecting to

Be
Now under
Attack
And

With a mighty
Pole axe
I rear over
Head And
Smash his
Helmet

He’s dazed
I hit and
Push forward
I shove and

Manhandle
Ax blade
And
Spike handle

With strength
I
Command
And

Now
I
Demand
Respect

While he
Bleeds
Frightened
And winded

I hope
Now
That he
Sees

It is
The
Law that
I bring

As
I

Impale him
And he rises
And writhes
Now he will

Recognize
As I
Yell
In reprise

“I am
The
Lawbringer”

And the once
Cocksure
Centurion
Has been disposed

Of
And
lands
Hard on

Scuffed ground
Swathed
With his life
Having

Gambled his life
And having
Been shut
Down

Now he
Knows
My moniker
For I

Am
The
Lawbringer

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