I Love My Goddamn Sword

A steel extension, arbiter of both life and death. It is the last word of the child clinging to her father, and it is the father against the man who brought her to her knees. Excalibur Mach 4, his blade is as I am, fed the blood of memories and wrapped in tempered stars. A single being connected by the force of the Universe. The lives of cowards and bastards are closed like a blood soaked diary. Its pages draw whispers that hint at the compromise of the young and the infirm. The sperm of the night, ejaculating like liquid steam onto a crying woman's face. These are the demons that refuse to say no, and I, the swordsman, will knock them all down.