When Master Becomes Pupil - by Brixton
Sensei,
my mentor, my tutor, the reason I began to obey.
Was once a thief among looters, until my bad side strayed,
now my ego decayed, due to a character of strength,
who gave ME the strength to repent, before I made a final decent,
to a life hell-bent on crime, with that, came a change of time.
A euphoric wine..
trickled through my veins and blood.
Now the pain felt good, with 12 months to train, and learn? I would.
Through patience and love, I became the warrior, Manshe, motivated
& made..
and after 400 days, unknown to me, I became his slave.
More or less paved my grave, in the shade of a Shogun Samarai &
his powerful gaze.
A barbaric maze to solve, there was no way out as my ego boiled,
shrivelled and coiled, angered heart pumped blood coated in oil.
Spoilt.. now with a black heart in decent & no look back,
my thoughts attack, with facts of my prison that caught a stack,
full of melancholy emotions, waiting impatient for me to kill my Master.
Hitting the ground faster than the sword I have,
Manshe becomes a dispensable factor.
Time to gather my clothes,
my sword,
& my thoughts.
I only ever carry meaningless things I have.
Leaving the house of my own accord..
..with a Shogun Assasins head in my bag!
Sleep tight Brother.
