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

the glass candle

the swing was to sleep your soul in peace and tranquil.
the step forth was a plan to ruin your grace.

lose your god and seek revenge.
the sword has always been in your hands.
the hero you are rest dark beneath the smile in his face.
it is the only option you have, to cleanse disgrace.

i am there for you.
let me guide you through this blackened aura.
tattooed by our own sins.
a playground where we've always been.

redmption seeks those who find it.
understand this path is not a redemption.

you will slay your anger within.
you will come home clean.

your hatred and stupidity leads you to the visible stench of your own ego.
it is something i will never guide you or to tell you to let go.
you blood rages with the senseless pain that you crave for.
you know you can't live the day without it anymore.

i am here for you, to let you feel the pain of your ignorance.
i am here for you , to simmer guilt between your ears.
your existence is my freedom.
to let me guide you to his awaiting doom.

shiver, shiver, shiver.
to the illusion of winter your mind creates.
and cry so hard to his righteousness,
for he has abandoned all his hopes.

this life is too far from over,
understand this is a dream.

- fisa ka aiko the concubine

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