Standing tall with a shield that you brough
The sword that lies Right besides your waist
Keep for protection and prestige
Considering it as your closet Pearl
Raised in times celebrations and war

Only drown to the throat of the enemy
Alas, the brave sword slay its own master
Lying down in a pool of blood
Undergoing pain for the much paid to buy
It penetrated straight through the chest
Like it does to all other humans
The one brought to protect and save
Has betrayed its functionarity
Its keeps useful even in the absence of the owner
Its arms are open to all and obeys the bearer
The friend that whispers in your ears
Is the very one that bites it off
Like a sword comforts you so do they with lies
You hold it and feel all authority
Like they trigger up your anger
Be wise with what you tame,
The fire you make may be roasting you later.