twenty swords

spin the holster and see my shine as part i am
of the twenty swordsmen

lick my blade oh unfortunate tongue as who you were
my prey

fearsome eyes and masks of steel
still i slash through you, i am the seventh sword

my sins were never there im just a tool,
of only time may tell of death

i am just a tool of reckless men
who cut open your hearts and call it deed

my hilt be hold by thousand murderers
and yet i am a saint

my edge has tasted so many necks and so be
my creation

my heart remains as pure though I have slain a million

- andulian of aragorn's torso

beautiful murder

face it.
whenever you feel like killing it.
it doesnt change anything. it burns you clean.
allow it to infatuate and love your sins. that you deny. that you deny.
oh holy men. oh sinful ones. may the beloved sky set you free.
abolish your guilt by means of blood that flows freely in a river bed.
enough said. enough said. i know the secrets of your happiness.
he was the first and last to know, the beautiful lie that you conspire.
let it be scorched in the flame of fire. release the cure for your agony. you have done enough for yourself today.

~asante the sky warrior