The house wears me like a cozy hat, while I keep it safe from this and that.

I don't understand how I get dragged into this debate, but I know one thing is true. That hypocritical lying ass pot has got some 'splainin to do!

Some of us are made of iron, oil and smoking steel. Others fly in V-formation, where the sun is most ideal. I'm built to shape the skyline but pain I can not feel. The epic pose shown by Miyagi is so strong it's unreal.

Born in fire, shaped by hand, I sit upon a slender stand. I have a lip but cannot speak, A shallow pool is what I keep. Raised in cheers, filled with wine, At royal feasts, I brightly shine.

Made of bone, I grow strong and hard, rile my bearer and I join the clash. Count my points, though years they cannot tell. I leave my crown behind, then grow anew.