| I slide down the portal, and retrive the Moral, the time has come, as I slip into the Apathy, my Realm of Aninonimity. My Life of Superior Regression of the Rage. Back were the Brutality reigned supreme, back when only the strong survived. Let this slip into your mind. The Warriors of Past lives haunt me in my Sleep. I can hear the drum beats, feel the music, feel the War Paint. My heart pounding faster. The Path of a Warrior Calling Harder. I am feeling my Animal Spirit, The Tiger inside, the King of the Jungle. My sheild is my paitence, my Weapon is my pride, I have the power. To Reign over the Fire.. Jungle, In here. Only the Strong Survive, lack the timing, and lack the living, lack the Heart singing, and lack the Ability. I'm a Power unto myself. I'm a Power unto the Tribe, I am a Warrior going to War, your a Consecutive collapse of your Lore. I'm around the bend, soaring with the Wind, hiding in the Dark, listening to every sound Smite, or Dart. I can get you. I can see you, I can smell you. Your mine. Prey, to the Great Hunter of the Devine Tribe. |
