A poet's pen you are!
Of thoughts deep in mysteries!
In world so full of chaos!
Sunder not my companion.
The journey is no picnic!
Climbing the walls,
And walking over the shattered windows.
Your nib may clash with the thorns...
Frown not my warrior,
Rise up!
Show them your might!
Headstrong may you stand,
In the eye of evil you may split.
A globule of fire you may create.
Let none stop your blabber.
Upon this desert, so dry…
You are a gladiator.
Against all odds and all cruelty...
Humble may your blood be,
Bleeding you for the world.
Washing off the blackness of world
By the blackness of your will...
Ironic may the situation be...
Stay strong for the truth.
Aye, my sword, let’s start the war
For the good of the world it may be...
