Yochimira the lotus flower saber
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My memories are clear with my death, my saber is my legacy and battle is my bravery that fulfills its honor of being a samurai, I stop the night where the wind carries my abode of peace, breath of respite from the mistrust of my shadow like the death that is behind my being, like a vulgar man with mistakes that changes my way of following. Only at the beginning of the path of fear and wolves full of fear that fills my tranquility with doubt, soon in time I will be that strong rooted tree that is always firm in the ground, no matter what happens I will continue to be strong to shade under a teaching of my life.
I am not afraid of loneliness but of my demons that I do not see face, but shadow of oblivion without prayers that bitter the earth, without looking back, since there is only one present for my saber and my peace, seeing the time and the past just imagining the future because I saw it as a story in my mind. If I die with honor, death does not embrace me, it only strips me of the earthly, joining peace as my soul that feeds the wind to the rising sun of a new tomorrow, like my new adventure.
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