At the start of a journey,
I stand thinking of how to go.
May my feet carry me firmly,
May I never swerve from the road.
I know there are paths that lead
To a cozy little hell,
Where vipers nest and breed,
Where creeping creatures dwell.
Such paths are not for me
That into the darkness runs.
For, I am Spartacus;
May my feet carry me firmly;
To where victories are yet to be won.
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