60 Armies

The rain collides against the leather
Running flash floods in the scars
Softening the crude edges
The man within the leather cocoon
 
Long hair, a soggy mess
Concealing the manic grin
But cannot muffle the crackling laughter
Peeking through strands of hair

 

Feeling the tears lapse from the heavens
Metals clash, lines are drawn
Tested, forged and reinforced
The man within leather cocoon stands tall

 

Swords biting against the Bal'dons
Metals slashing the flesh, tender ripping
Crimson tears, 60 armies fold at the wrists
Peeking through the cracks of the broken mask

 

The madness is straight joy, intoxicating
Thrilling, eyes closing in ecstasy
Alive, life, dying and death
The laughter cannot be muffled by the dying souls

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