Date: 7/5/2009

..Battlecry..

Sharp like the edge of the samurai sword, the metal blade cut through flesh n bone though my minds at peace the world out of order, missing the inner heat life gets colder, oh yes i have 2 find my path, no less walk on earth water n fire, the elements compose a magnum, opus my odus operandi is amalgam. Steel packed tight in micro-chip on my armor, the sign of all pro, the ultimate award is honour not rewards n odds with the times of war with no lords. A freelancer, a battle of a hawk make the the dove fly n the tear dry, wonder why lone wolf dont roll with the klan, only trust ur instincts n 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 2 sun down with the sons of a battlecry.


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