I am the definition of war and astuteness.
the ticking bomb between two lifes.
i drop then they drop with acuteness.
this living edge this no return point
grips on me tight and throws with might
from this warriors eyes i will not surrender
i am real not that pretender
the one with the silver buckled helmet
blood ties grip me from the inside
crushes as we march the continetal divide
after years of rivary and changing aliiances
so hard to defeat yet to hard to find.
