Александр, 38 - 22 июня 2006 11:22

sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
the mental blade cuts through flesh and bone
though my mind's at peace, the world out of order.
missing the inner hit, life gets colder.
oh yes,i have to find my path.
no less walk on earth, water and fire.
the element compose a magnum opus.
my modus operandi is amalgam.
steel packed tight in micro chip on my armor a sing 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 tear dry.
wonder why a lone wolf don't run with the klan.
only trust your instincts and be one with the plan.
some days, some nights.
some live, some dies in the way of the samurai.
some fight, some bleed.
sun up, sun down, the sons of a battle cry.
some days, some nights.
some live, some dies in the name of the samurai.
some fight, some bleed.
sun up, sun down, the sons of a battle cry.
battle cry.

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