Born of chaos, crimson skin, a mother lost to birth, Raised by blood, a sister’s hand, alone in fractured earth. Knees and elbows first, then jaws and hands to bind, A storm in motion, rage untamed, debt chained him in the grind. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands, in that order they fall, A child of anger, a force of violence, answering every call. From shadowed alleys, but never guiding hands, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one - red still stains the sands. Criminal streets, debts bought and sold, his fury shaped to fit, Mentored, tempered, a Gate unlocked, taught where and how to hit. A softer tongue, a sharpened stare, a threat behind each word, A man whose presence broke the weak before his fists were heard. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands - still tools of leverage then, An enforcer paid to “fix” the wrongs of other broken men. The streets he knew, the skills he mastered, pressure close at hand, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one - he starts to understand. Sent to hunt a crueler hand, to balance blood with blood, To chase the truth of one dead son through alley, street, and mud. He met the ones the boy called friends, mismatched, fierce, and flawed, And found in them a firmer path than any other law. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands - still cautious in their sway, A hired hand who watched these strangers fight a wiser way. New paths unfold, new words take hold, unsure where he stands, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one - fate shifts in his hands. Towns rebuilt with brick and earth, reptiles and cults were felled, Applied Force, the lesson taught, in fire he excelled. From dinosaurs to city plots, his mind and muscle blend, Death came calling, but gods did whisper: mastery has no end. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands, now show a thoughtful wave, Violence is business, mercy is power, a family to save. From rage to control, from debts to trust, he stands, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one - life placed in his hands. Clay on wheel, failure embraced, humility's delight, A dwarf who wrestles stars to sky, yet struggles with the right. The mottos carved in muscle, bone, in action and in thought, Red skin, red heart, the battles learned, the lessons taught. On Red Star’s surface, alien lands, horrors old and deep, He watched the people, weighed their lives, and chose their trust to keep. The bridge to ship, slave queen freed, the Biting King brought low, A streak of crimson, fearless fall, a comet’s fiery glow. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands, now strategy and art, From chaos to mastery, a mind, a soul, a heart. Teacher, warrior, scholar, friend, the world in his command, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one - Now he understands. They faced the Torn, soul-split, screaming, neither whole nor sound, Where fractured selves still clawed for life among the cursed grounds. No clean strike, no simple end, no justice carved in steel, Just hands that held a broken soul and forced it not to kneel. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands, no longer made to break, But to hold the line where ancient hands extend their will to take. A mercy learned in blood-soaked halls where certainty disbands, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one, so he stays his hands. Then death itself took shape and breath and reached to take his friends, A certainty that bends no rule, that only breaks and ends. He met it not with fury’s fire, but hands against its will, A body made of stone and bone, refusing to be still. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands, pressed hard against the void, A mortal thing defying what time could not destroy. And when the egg of poisoned life split open in his grasp, Chose birth over the end, and let the future last. Knees, elbows, jaws, hands, a universe in grasp, Rage tempered by wisdom, power held in careful clasp. From streets to gods, from death to rebirth, he understands, Everyone gets one, everyone gets one - Imbu Stonefist stands.
