Bad Touch Yakushi
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blood red
purple mist
of my enemies
death has kissed
these are the colours my life has been
in my attempt to wipe a grey palette clean
the poisonous salamander come to claim
his country from those who have given him this name
hanzo the salamander, one to be feared
and overnight the Rain's corrupt disappeared
the salamander waits, the salamander is patient
for now the salamander is old, his resolve ancient
peace cannot be found there is no such thing
the strive is now for power, and the glory it brings
my conscience and ideals have been shrouded in mist
there is no world like the one I had wished
so consume my poison, and perish beneath me
for now this monster can finally see
set out to create a world free from that rain
i lost sight of that goal and brought upon more pain
projections fill the world with gallentry,
a pathetic example against hypocrisy
is my life and in this reanimation I see it now
how some continue to follow my initial vow
like its impact, over the seventy
odd years since it once blared.
people have forgotten
but maybe they've not forgot
how to care.
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