There maybe specter in the speculations
there will be death! with no reservations.
Silence! unwanted superstitious theories,
less you provoke Samurai’s Fury.
There were seven codes of Bushido
they dated back before the medieval.
Seeking weakness ye’ imperial fools
The dramatic rise! of Samurai’s rule.
Dark deeds of demons in the deformity
the emperor will preys on non-conformity.
This tragedy in those tricks of terror
then musing mythical miracles are rarer.
Such viciousness will be thy nemesis
Samurai’s prey just before he slays
Cast down thou wicked worship, your
foolishness can’t be saved by the bishop.
Or be it your bones be grounded into dust,
only in the imperial majesty do we trust.
Let the challengers meet in the court-yard
the vanquish now simmer in the graveyards.
This anguish! the vanquish shall languish,
from his personal yardarm.
Slaughter as he strikes! that Ferocious bite
No longer a theory passed down in every query.
Whispered! to the strong and Weary,
Don’t fuck with Samurai’s Fury!.
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