Tumbling through the unseen
Stepping over the ashen dust
Writhing pieces of the broken glass
Cutting through the flesh of heart
Breathing the heat of the fire
Standing over the battle carcass
Looking to be buried by the rival
Only to break them all everytime
A rusted knife I let be
But not a blunt one have I become
Every attempt to melt my guts
Has sharpened the edge of my blade
And every one that dare to squeeze
Would drop their will one more time
A blade I would remain
Until the force to turn me into molten metal
Be born and meet me
In the gates of hell and heaven
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