Request by Sienna and Kagamine Miharu

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(The Art of Dying)

People look at him

Like he'll make the earth quake

And sky fall

He wants to tell them

He's just a man

With a boy's heart

Looking for adventure

.

If he did not hear

The sea's call of freedom

Perhaps he'd be sitting at home

Peacefully

Waiting out his days

With a wife

And child

.

Revolutionaries are fine and all

But he is no hero

He will not sacrifice his life

For the betterment of others

It's just not in his nature

If he has food

He'd rather eat

Than share

(Besides, he's doing a pretty fine job

Of turning the world upside-down)

.

After he's gone

He hopes to usher in

A new age of pirates

Who follow their dreams

And go on adventures

Like he has

He thinks the world

Could use a few more people like that

.

Thinking of what he could've had

Had he never set sail

Makes him ache

And thank fate

All at the same time

He has found and lived so much

More than most do

In lifetimes

Yet he gave up the chance

To live with a family

Of his own blood

(Nakama are beloved brothers,

But children and wives are a little different)

He wonders what his child will think of him

After he's gone

Though hearing the words of others

When they speak of devils and demons

In the same sentence as his own name

Makes him decide

He'd rather not know

(He curses the nature of mortality

And how it has damned the good graces

Of his own son)

.

Everything has changed

Since he began his journey

As much as he's tipped other people's worlds

The same world has tipped for him

Secrets that were never meant to be known

Histories never meant to be revealed

He is not happier for knowing

Yet life shrouded in lies

Was never the kind of freedom

He wanted

For himself

Or anyone

(He may not be a hero

Or a revolutionary

But he's still a man

With a boy's heart

And belief that life should be fair)

.

Killing has never been his style

He'd rather laugh

And drink

Than spill blood

How ironic is it

That his crew probably saves more lives

Than the marines

They are just looking for some fun

They just want to live freely

Yet calling themselves 'pirates'

Makes them villains

Instead of heroes

(Though honestly,

He's fine with that)

.

If his son becomes a marine

(He did entrust him with The Fist)

Well, good for him,

He won't be disappointed

But maybe a little sad

That his boy won't know the freedom

He has known

He wishes he could sit his child down

And tell him the stories

Of islands and worlds he's saved and seen

Better than any bedtime story

He blames sickness

And marines

For making his life

A tale of horror

Rather than wonder

.

Never did he call himself the King

That was the other's doing

But he doesn't mind, really

It's just two words

To say he is freer than most

And that's not something

He would want to deny

.

Gone are the days of simple joy

Where clear skies and new land

Are all it takes to make him happy

He doesn't have much time left

And if he can beckon in a new age

Tip the world with his Will

By the time it runs out

Then he doesn't mind dying

By an executioner's blade

Sitting atop the wood

Watching over people that call

And cry for his life

(In joy or sorrow

Depends on the person)

Looking at the start of things

He never would have guessed

His future would spell out 'PIRATE KING'

But as he bleeds

With a smile

His only regret

Is he wishes he was there

To tell bedtime stories

And look for a little more adventure