My pen is my finest blade.
Its sharpened with words that shall not fade.
My blood is the ink that writes my rhyme.
My soul resides in the phrases that I embed in time.

When I fight I use my eternal words.
I shoot them like bullets and thats how I speak to the world.
Sometimes my words come out rotten.
Though Im sure each one of them will not be forgotten.

Others like me will put a stain on your souls.
With the deepest thoughts that under your skins shall crawl.
There are times that I wrote things that I too cannot understand.
Those moments when my brain goes out of hand.

I reveal the truth when all there is are lies.
I uncover the shrouded flaws that the truth also hides.
I am a great liar who speaks the truth.
I am a truth teller who keeps a million fruits.

I could be your greatest ally and your finest friend.
Betray me and you wouldnt like the way I create your end.
So be it now I bid you farewell.
My mind is now writing new poems that my heart starts to beat like hell.