sharp like an edge of a samurai sword, the mental blade cut through flesh and bone. though my mind's at peace, the world out of order. missing the inner heat, life gets colder. oh yes, i have to find my path. no less, walk on earth, water, and fire. the elements compose a magnum opus, my modus operandi is amalgam. steel packed tight in microchip on my arm a sign of all-pro. the ultimate reward is honor, not awards, at odds with the times in wars and no lords.
some days, some nights, some live, some die. in the way of the samurai, some fight, some bleed. sun up to sun down, the sons of a battlecry.