Standing on the ground of riffles
Raising flags, cheering
Caping down for a beast launch
We watch the end of us being showcased
Best snippers can't hide their smiles
Hunting is what they're born for
My hand was meant for this pen
Theirs for that riffle
The same way I enjoy inking down my heart
Is the very way they enjoy pulling the trigger
We all have a weapon
They're born with riffles
We are born with pens
The riffle kills you once
The pen kills you in bits.
We all made a pact
I just chose the pen.
We are a lot of things but important of all we are what sets our hearts on fire. Writing is a weapon, writing is a power.