My army of words
I know not of the word of moderation
For when I start it will take up my full duration.
For I am as strong as my army
1000 man strong yet as quietly
as that resentment that brews in all rivalry.
I am as stealthy
as that bee sneaking up behind me.
I am creating new life superior in all
We get our target and we fight till we fall.
For my words are lyric, my lyrics are life.
we are taken down by naught but the strongest knife.
We shall speak without being spoken to.
Fate realizes there is nothing to do.
We expose the truth being hidden from all eyes.
For this world doesn't need these lies
Death may come for me.
I shall not flee.
For my name shall be carried on.
And so, I am invincible.
poem by Dillon Crawford
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