Enma

Cursed blades, hand-forged, I named him Enma, all blades are cursed, it is their nature, to be sharp, to be refined, to be disciplined, if you cannot amount to it, to be refined, to be disciplined, and align your nature, this cursed blade, will turn against you, I'm not sure, if it’s a good match, for a vampire, would it be jealous, of a woman, alas, this blade is something I've earned, it grew, with the sharpness of my mind, it is a balance, against my greed and my desire, in this lonely home, it is my brother, I wonder, how long, it can accompany me.

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Beast

The West extends homie, and the hunger goes deep, these hungry demons, they would suck the life out of me, I'm rich in spirit, an old sage, I like to rhyme words, and solve problems, can I make money out of that, as above so below, from the heavens to the depths of hell, like water, it can break any mountain.