..as I breathe..
..scorpions interlock like fingertips to form fists around sword grips
..but I swing enlightened blades flame-engorged and torch-lit
..a mind sporting a sorcerer's adornments then magically enchant mics
..performing I'Ching dances thru daffodils fields to the congo to Shang-hai
..where gang-fights still echo the ancient wisdoms of samurai manifestos
..using the pages of Euthyphro and Orthello as fuel to spit asbestos
..these mental deathblows from neurons firing and inspiring aimlessly
..to hit the new age emcee using my corpse as an encasing of latency
..so to awaken me, chant the mantras of Master Tzu thru bamboo shoots
..and reincarnate Chang Fe Chu to remaster classic katana moves
..from the mantis' stance slay groups then return poised as the locust
..a def emcee deploys his voice to counteract those destroying his focus
..but I remain, a droid praying for temporal voids to adjoin the solstice
..with the martial artistry of poets, my prose invokes ghosts from dynasties
..to psychic'lly open minds using the writings of Confucius' diaries
..now I battle mandarin tribal chiefs using my microphone's feedback
..to pre-emptively launch imperialist schemes disguised as peace pacts
..but as time elapsed, so did the assassin's inspiration seem abated
..so I returned to deep sedation like Neo to continually feed the matrix