Loyalty

He washed his hands of blood in the rain,

The pain he inflicted paints his body red,

Katana dripping dead, he maintains sane,

His loyalty will be his bane, rolling heads

Abound, fifty bodies christen the ground,

They came after him and his, family bound

To protect, kill all in kind, to simply hound.

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