To war I'm gone.
With my pen, paper, ink and words.
Marching forward and ready to strike.
With my sword called pen will I stab them to the core.
With my shield called paper will all criticisms be blocked.
With words shall I ****** them to dipperesion.
The ink will bath me ******
They should have thought before waging war on a fierce poet like me.
Poets are warriors, so bow when you come across one.
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
To war I'm gone.
With my pen, paper, ink and words.
Marching forward and ready to strike.
With my sword called pen will I stab them to the core.
With my shield called paper will all criticisms be blocked.
With words shall I ****** them to dipperesion.
The ink will bath me ******
They should have thought before waging war on a fierce poet like me.
Poets are warriors, so bow when you come across one.