You saw what I could do,
The power that I wield,
With a pen in my hand,
And a sonnet as my shield;
The fluidity of my words,
Reserved for souls to heal,
So you surrendered for peace,
On this eternal battlefield;
You kissed my ring,
And then my lips,
You invaded my thoughts,
And now the world is in eclipse;
You stole my legacy,
And left but a thread,
Of what used to be my defense,
For a paper crown on your head;
You lulled me to a trance,
And claimed it was the moon,
But I reckon you wouldn’t think,
That I’d break out of it so soon;
Despite what you’ve heard,
My brain has an armory,
So I’ll use my favorite pen,
To slash all your arteries;
You saw what I could do,
The power that I wield,
With a pen in my hand,
Your sins will be unsealed.