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!