Handed down through the ages, Amidst a history of everflowing war.
A story of steel that guards all strength within the riddle, Ignores,
demands to cure all flaws.
"Entrust in sword, your very soul!"
Utter the blinded ones, yet to uncover fleshes gold.
Without the aid of metal, in absense of steel, The entire fortune of the
flesh may be revealed!!
The hand that wields tha blade, carries a might
Surpassing the Steel Array!!!
Everlasting, fists of fear.
Triumph etched in stone.
Surpassing the Steel Array, the storm inside us...grows!!!
Clad in chaos, weapons concealed, internal battlefield.
Within the flesh wars are won.
The will to power, becomes the only power, By which all succumb!!
The fury resides in arms reach.
Awaiting disposal!!
The sword remains within the sheath. Left to rust eternally!!
Buckling beneath defeat. Swift demise!!
Feeble scuffle at your feet.
Aimlessly! Mindlessly!
Devouring each other!
