the way of the warrior sharpen my blade ready to start my form of attack cut through you like a bad mood screen different parts on zoom conference call between you the boss ,not ready to die kill all these eaves droppers with a slash through the eye with a slit in the face i see through your mind i know your thoughts and every move when we battle my sword is swift too fast you i move in light speed just to make it heavy lay the burden on your back when I stack the bodies of your soldiers create a wall like the Spartans its Leonidas on the field with a wave of warriors blood on your grave