Mutants of scientific origin are strong
Mutants of mystic origin are powerful
A combination of the two, the ultimate weapon
An amalgamation of the two, torturous
A vessel must be chosen, for this delicate array
This vessel has been chosen, for all their decay
Four turtles, a sheep, and a man.
Four mutants, a yokai and a monster.
A young man's power, his will unshaken
An old rat's sadness, his pride bruised
Four young soldiers, fighting in a war
Four young soldiers, fighting for more
What could be their fate?
What could be their destiny?
I do not know, you see
Their path is theirs, it's far too late
You cannot claim one
You're filled with hate.









