Battle Cries of Crimson Blood
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The samauri battle cry is a mastermind's weapon
With a savage side that has to fight in pass the night sessons
Slashing skies mapped in time just for an astro-light pressence
Stabbing minds til they relax and die with the afterlife brethren
His immortal talents have restored the balance of Hell on Earth
Every force of malice is a course to challenge and impale in dirt
With blood in his eyes, nothing's disguised... there's trouble to find
Tetsuo stepped with extra blows; running with pride
His first mission was fierce, he kicked it gear with kicks to their ears
Lifting their peers with a sword he swiftly shifted and pierced
He rendered a tear with a shout to alarm his first strike
Then crimson appeared within seconds and arms dispersed sliced
His veins had turned ice on this dark dojo of violence
Who all worshipped his highness, Yoshumoto - The Tryant
Tetsuo's 5'6 all against 6 ft monsters with skills
So he cut one in half and used his top as a shield
Blocking their steel was a shock that revealed their deepest weakness
Their legs are overexposed in their pose so he chose to sweep their secret
Spinning his blade like a fan, Tetsuo engaged their ankles up
Then unattached legs start to dance on a stage paved in blood
The 1st line of defense is a joke, just to get the attention of folks
Dismissing some souls of minions they mold should really get them provoked
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He senses the elders and rebegins his blade spinning propellers
As they spit poison darts, but his defense is too stellar
They attack in circle formations with callapsing windstorms they keep making
Trying to blow him, literally while throwing guillatene horns, hat adjacent
But Tet's dodging it all, with counter measures to lock up this brawl
And stop these old dogs with no new tricks, just a lot of smoke fog
But he bypasses that and hit this basturd in the back of his head
And he flew into the other men and lied flat cuz he's dead
The others try to get up, but old age is applied to their butt
Weighing them down so he puts his blade through their mouth and sliced to their guts
United they stood, but he knew how to divide them all up
They couldn't fight so they're fucked... using magic acts to hide's not enough
Now it's time for the tough... Yoshumoto approaches
Holding a golden spear, he appears like a 7 ft roach, but he's swollen
With more skills and techniques than the others possess
Tetsuo puts this one to the test and see if he'll come with his best
Grabbing his smaller sword from side, ready to give what it takes
Running in forms with some strides, steadily whipping both blades
Yushomoto struck, his spear shifts while he holds it up
Tetsuo blocks with big blade and uses the little one for going nuts
He quickly stabs, then applies some kicks and jabs
But Yoshu hits him back; gives a slap but neither hit the matt
Tetsuo's thinking, "Did this bitch just smack me like I'm the bitch?"
Slightly impressed, but highly upset and is attacking as wild as it gets
Combination blows, one blade scrapes his nose, the other cuts eight yoked toes
Yoshumoto's weapon has no close range lessons to make him fold
One swift double chop holding both because his neck is muscled up
He kicks his eyes first, then swings with so much force, he busts a nut
Giving his battle cry as Yoshu's head pivots passing by him
His wrath has died along with his school of assface giants
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