Ready to die, waiting to live

Its not that i question your beliefs, it is that i question your resolve. Are you prepared to move without thought through purpose? You stand before me as if to challenge, but all you have are words, and words are paltry compared to action. Me, i have words but i measure myself to them. In the old days, when men where honorable and fought face to face, a man was loathe to speak, for he was aware that his words could not prove his measure. Though i communicate well you have yet to see me speak my true language, my natural tongue. I speak through broken bone and rendered flesh, through unyielding strikes that materialize from the space between breaths. Even when you rip me asunder, when you break my limbs, and stub out my eyes, i will stand with pride bearing my guts for all to see, and with final breath i will strangle you with my own entrails. There being no causes worthy to die for anymore but for our own honor I will not tolerate you to insult me, not with your words, but with your weak resolve. A samurai way is found in death.

Remember:

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Through passion i gain strength.

Through strength i gain power.

Through power i gain victory.

Through victory my chains are broken and my soul is finally set free.