Prologue (Interlude)

In the land of the Midwest
There are 7 sails that bear emblems of the best
No more sacred than Kami's orbs, but still deleterious nonetheless
Each warrior with a story all his own
Swords trapping souls like Tengu used for war
And the spoils of victory are saturated in the blood of their enemies
Leaving no time for luxuries or petty pleasantries
Collectively, they are Exodia
And the chains that bind his forbidden power
Blooming Lotus flowers equipped with thorns
And a scent so divine that it will rupture your senses
Leaving you breathless and stagnant
A tragic tale of a triumphant failure
Never settling for less or accepting favors
Just drinking in defeat and chasing it with shine thereafter
Even an Ace face paint smile couldn't measure up
To the carnage left in their wake
So for Heaven's sake, stay clear of the road less traveled
Avoid stragglers and panhandlers
'Cause that dead weight can have you twisting fate
In favor of a well-known charlatan or vagabond
Always forward and forward, always
As we await our destiny in these last days
Make the decision to change your ways, or be left by the wayside
'Cause you're either alive, living a lie, or you're just dead inside