Save it for your impending death
For the end of faith
For the end of life
Instruments to end your strife
Instruments you want to avoid
Instruments only true to your droid
Not to the soul as pure as a pearl
Cold neath the ocean floor hidden
Inside warmth futile to this day
Yet salvages the soul’s unknown end
As the sands of time flow
As the lost secrets flow
As the old adage returns
And soon the tables turn.
Save it for your impending death
Inside your lonely shell
Knolling of the funeral bell
And the day is lost, admit it!
And your cause is dead, admit it!
For neither the forest
Nor your wrath may cover
May sheath your dear lover
All is lost, all are gone
As the river of blood flows
As the last horn of the land blows
Hidden beasts emerge, their anger
Of suppression and your control
O the rage!
O this age!
O this phase!
The night of the hunter is now
You are my prey!
You are my prey!
Broken neath your courage you shall lie
Broken beyond your strength you shall die
A life vivacious, a life of mirth
You lived in these woods
Among your kin whom you loved
And your friends you patronized!
The unbeaten champion on the land
You shall die on my hand
And the winds of the days shall sing
And the eagle open wide his wings
For the spectacle to be witnessed
And your strength be harnessed
But
Save it for your impending death
For now ends faith
For now you see red
For now your kin are dead
For now you know the silence
My life, my penance
Like the seed abandoned in the wind
And into the still water
And yet I survived for this day
For the fury! Oh, the rage!
Time of the hunter is now,
You are my prey!
You are my prey!
You are my prey, Uchiha!
Ink Idle 
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