- Spring is in the air.
- Love is everywhere.
- People kiss.
- Life is bliss.
- Suddenly, in a hail of flying stars
- The ninjas appear, swords blazing!
- They strike like lightning --
- left! right! People fall,
- blood spraying
- through the ninja laden air like
- red mist. The horror! The horror!
- Men, women, children, lovers,
- hacked through with undulating blades like fleshy
- vines before a thresher.
- Swords flash, blood spurting, sinews torn, tendons severed, bones sliced
- limbs fall writhing to the ground like
- noodles from a shaken bowl.
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- And then they are gone, leaving only the cries of the fallen.
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- Ain't love grand?
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