The pen hails mightier than the sword
Blood spilled is never looked over
Ink may stain but eventually will fade
The words of man still resonate
Books passed on with teachings
Contorted by the Kings
The message stays the same
What changes is the state of mind
TIRED COLD AND HUNGRY
fed up with the rest
The weight of the world finally enough to have us collapse
Feed you motivation to have you finish the task
Never mind what lies ahead
It’s only a repetition of the past