sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my minds at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, I have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water, and fire the elements compose a magnum opus my modus operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in microchip on my arm a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor, not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords a freelancer, a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry wonder why the lone wolf dont run with a klan only trust instincts and be one with the plan some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battlecry some days, some nights some live, some die in the name of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battlecry
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 00:25:35 +0000
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