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A way of life.... |
| The crave of what blood lust runs through these course vains be -- This helpless ordained by burning debris? Looking deep, this nightmarish soul begot what zealous fiend as this -- The blade so cold, whistling by, as almost to shave one clean -- Only a glimmer as she glides by with such grace, such elegance -- Only when matched by her master does she hold true power. The feeling -- When you finally stop -- You stop thinking about what little room for error there is, And life -- In every breath, every move, every heart beat -- No longer becomes an act of war or violation, But becomes a part of the very essence that is who you are under The Father above. This is more than just a walk -- a life style if you will -- It is -- The very substance, the honor -- It is simply -- The warrior's way.... |