Weapons of War

Each individual letter

Chosen so slowly

Carefully pronounced

Each tiny syllable

Bringing it up 

Foaming at the mouth

I know what I want when I feel this way

A sword so sharp to take it all 

Make it all fall

At my feet

Piled so neat

No needles for the patches are strong

All on their own

All on my own

I don't need these wasted words

I've wasted my words

Squandered my voice

Infected the noise

Now injured I limp

My daggers my choice

Weapons of war

Peace is never let rest

So forward I tear

I shred then I fall

For every slice

Injures all

 

◄ Armor

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