Oh, little blade,
How I envy you.
I stand so tall above you,
Yet you refuse to tremble.
I threaten to crush you beneath my pressure,
Yet you stare back at me with contempt.
Oh little blade,
How I envy you.
Your ignorant confidence.
Your selfish composure.
Oh little blade,
How I envy you.
Does your confidence stem from your nascency?
Your composure from your community?
The other little blades stand at your side
Coloured the green of defiance.
I crush them as well.
Oh little blade,
How I envy you.