Fists of Fury

Fists crack ribs, hearts quake in the night,

Pressure points tapped, end the fight with a light.

Scarred chest glows, stars mapped on my skin,

North Star style, let the carnage begin.

You already dead, words echo in the wind,

A warrior's path where no mercy's pinned.

Kenshiro’s wrath, fists talk, never bend,

Apocalypse king, where the world ends.

Wasteland's breath tastes bitter and dry,

Eyes pierce souls, no time to ask why.

Villains crumble, fear burns in their gaze,

Justice walks silent, through nuclear haze.

Knuckles speak louder than words ever could,

Turning wrong to right in the face of the hood.

Broken world healed by the crack of a bone,

North Star shines, carving fate in stone.

Leather straps snap, boots hit the sand,

Each punch writes stories no mind can withstand.

Lost love’s memory, fuel to my flame,

They whisper my name, but they'll never tame.

You already dead, words echo in the wind,

A warrior's path where no mercy's pinned.

Kenshiro’s wrath, fists talk, never bend,

Apocalypse king, where the world ends.