They were four
And so too one

I taught them well
That is all I had done

They were my boys
Not only boys, but men

Awaiting their mission
From their dark dank den

18 years of Ninja training
18 years of Ninja waiting

They were the best in the art
Thus their artist names

I gave them knowledge to what happened
And I cast out vengeful blames

For the man who could do such a thing to another
Was a man who was asking to pay and to suffer

For me
That is who they did it for

My boys, my men
Did it for their mentor

My master had been hunted and killed in spite
My sons avenged that one fateful night

They fought hard and true and crushed the foe
Yet never overlooked the possibility of an unseen blow

Many years had passed
And time withered my bones

My sons took on this burden
I too frail to take it on my own

They let down their guard
And clouded the mind

Still one, but divided
They had all gone blind

The attack came quickly
With sheer force and evil

With Shredder came blood
And the work of the devil

It was over too soon
And my sons were no more

Now I've recovered physically
Yet mental wounds are still sore

18 years of four as one
18 years of one of mine

They were four
And so too one

I taught them well
That is all I had done

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