best is best to others
worst is worst that haunters
past of the past that lingers
i’m just a samurai wanderer
pardon if I may
my sword just wanted to say
“my blood, dry in the day
but its stains stay.”
wash it, wash I went
dry it, dry I bent
the stains I sent
in the river so dent
hands that reminded me of my past
my violent eyes, evils last
my bloody colored hair, evils last
of the sins so ghast
slash it, went my sword
kill it, I cut the cord
cord that holds my word
not to obey the Lord.
i closed my eyes to remember
the blood I shed in the river
i am now a wanderer
once called battousai the slasher