Christian daimyo, Yukinaga Konishi
Born a merchant, became Commander of the Sea
Granted favour by God and man
Defended faith throughout the land
A youth once given his father's name
Twin strokes that promised a life of pain
Graven in paradoxical parts
Warrior with a gentle heart
In a world that met cruelty with acclaim
Defeat in war cost him his head
But faith he held unto his death:
"The things on Earth are all in vain
But when they pass, God shall remain."
Light fades, drums serenade
Curtains drawn, swords displayed.
Kin of Daimyo cheer on Samurai
In their artistic display of kung foolery.
Time fades, Meiji Restoration came
Like daybreak, a new Japan made.
The sun rose on neon streets
Where once barefooted monks would meet.
Robi, a robot named
With confidence, a machine tamed.
Unlike a timid adult
Initiates conversation without fault.
A new Japan, another story
Shaped by time and divine glory.
On the Pacific Ring of Fire it once stands
Now endures earthquakes with steady hands.
Normally I would associate one like that with arrogance
With splendor of substance but not valor
Daimyo standing alone in field of battle
Selfish and vain
But sometimes such defiance is to be prized
Ice in veins
Fire in soul
Sad but purposeful and determined visage
Standing among corpses in battle he didn’t start
Forced hand
Dream of bliss
Turned into nightmare of demons
Standing before last judgment
After the battle
Will there be justice
You will remember the name
If there be no justice
I will exterminate the judge
In the path of sorrow
The last man standing
Even if he won’t be that man
Name to remember
The soul belongs to me
And only me
This is his, my destiny
And I will be its blacksmith
Forged by my hand
In the final judgment my soul should find peace
Ancient hierarchy of feudal beginnings
And unmarked signs of filthy storms
Spark a change in life’s continuities
Masses of horizons rise and fall incessantly
Through the depression of wet attacks
Altered Mother’s laws lie dead
She said she hated their quiet
So she shot them in their silence
And the drum beat on
Unnatural rhythms of nuclear proportion
Boil the tears engulfing existence
Plumes of black dread end advances
The antique dynasty approach is back into play
And the Daimyo of the sea has no longer slept
Reality has turned into national red dots
Blind incandescent fury of the globe
And unknown tomorrows
Are now forever drowned.
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