One by one they fell in a mile
like warriors fighting in a coliseum
The human puppet master of thousand poisonous dolls
Unrelated Zombie Brothers torn apart and pierced
The mad clay bomber of falsely self-sacrifice with a bang
Emotionless weasel of near-blindness
in final brotherly-love act of gift
Supposedly God of Six Paths and leader pass will
to a young hero of understanding
Brute shark man self-silence and lunched
through own summoned pets from leaking
while the paper flower woman
stabbed from behind by the mastermind
No imprint of the soul was left on earth
shattering the mirror of the inner soul,
unreachable from the fingers where the living cannot cross
Leaving the darkness to shallow the air out of the lungs
like a deafening black hole of space
to fend self once again
picking up the broken pieces one over another once more
setting out a new journey to find another beginning
Traces of wetness of a waterfall on the face
drying from the rays of the bright sun above
For all eternity til death will the memories
be part of the mind and body,
lock safely inside a secret place of the heart
My greatest dysfunctional-bonded family of every corner,
the Akatsuki,
will be truly be missed but never fade away.
In honor of the fallen members,
never forget,
never forgive,
never hate own weakness,
embrace what is left of inheritance.