Zatoichi from Cosmo Samurai by Kwuarota

Zatoichi swing
A brief movement through the air
Slices like gusts of
Wind carrying razor sharp
Sand sizzling from sunlight

Sharpest katanas
Will eat through like piranhas
In one bite lunch time
A hunger to devour
Anything that’s not a friend

When there’s no sunshine
Zatoichi swing
A brief movement through the air
Slices like gusts of
Wind carrying razor sharp
Sand sizzling from sunlight

Sharpest katanas
Will eat through like piranhas
In one bite lunch time
A hunger to devour
Anything that’s not a friend

When there’s no sunshine
Illuminate from the light
Within the dark
With nocturnal kin born to
Operate at night with sense

Elevated on
Cliffs mountain peaks catching whiffs
Eyesight of owls
That drift shadows are eaten
In this night life that exists

Indigenous tribe
My team from past lives ago
You know what it is

A rites of passage
To evolve the world of
Our spin simply

Indigenous tribe
My team from past lives ago
You know what it is

A rites of passage
To evolve the world of
Our spin simply

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