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.