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(((heroic couplet)))
"the undisturbed mind is like the calm body
water reflecting the brilliance of the moon.
empty the mind and you will realize
the undisturbed mind."
- yagyu jubei
cognizant w/ my surroundings, prisoner of war, confined
post-apocalyptic artillery, black soot on the sands, triton islands
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sunburst orange sky, masquerades the jets circling miles high
stealth mode, w/sentinels, soldiers of fortune, my head, exorbitant price
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expatriated warrior, i served my country w/ dignity
considered a traitor, refused to align myself w/ this corrupt presidency
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post-apocalyptic earth, constitutional rights, liberties, compromised
tribal factions, freedoms unprotected, enslaved, rights denied .
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summer cascade of rain, chemicals embedded in droplets acidify
begins to irritate & burn my skin, sentinel were responsible f/ poisoning the sky
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w/ biochemical warfare, aimed at exterminating the unfit
operatives initiated operation morning rise, plan on killing the unfit
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environmental pollutants, led to de-evolution of man
water mutagens accelerated the evolution of the superhuman.
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the age of the quaantum began. factions l/ the aquarebellion squadron
warriors of the zhu & the faction i involved myself w/, the sentinel squadron
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led by alexandria wynter, calculating, deadly assassin
leader of the free nation is also a sentinel, xavier st. pierre
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bond forged as soldiers of fortune, radical, turned rogue
splintered from his faction after learning of his ideals, change meant death
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"cleansing of the ordinary man, for they're meek, dominable."
chilling words. i recognized my wrongs, they needed a leader that's formidable
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we're mirrors, reflective of one another, difference is, i have ethics
ancient wisdom, enemies, you defeat mentally, fore you assail physically
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no time to reflect on the past, enhanced hearing,
east winds shift southeast, i can feel them descending
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deep voices, agent 13 & muldune, affectionately known as the rotweilers
vicious assassins, they thrive on violence
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as i take refuge behind this tank's hull, voices in the wind
second lesson in human chess, invaders, invade, they never prepare f/ war
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w/ me, they better be
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