sharp like an edge of the samurai sword the mental blade cut trought flesh and bones,don´t mind that piece,the world out of order missing inner it,lifes get colder,oh yes have ton find my path no less walk on earth trough water and fire,the elemenys composite magnum opus my modus operand this is amalgam,style pack tyght in mycrochip on my arms that a signe of all pro,the ultimate rewrard and not that a world,enought wiih the time enought with no lord,a frrelancer,a battlecray of a hok make a dove fly and the tyre dry,wonder why lone wolfs dont run with the klan only trust instincts then by whone wyht the klan...