War Song (V2)
Solidarity in my stance
braced for the inevitability of attack as I stand,
clear eyes,
sword drawn,
blade sharp,
ready in my hand,
so many targets,
so many threats,
out to get one man,
my heart rate races with each and every step
feels like I must sleep sword by my side
to protect my position from all who try to conquer
and shield my soul from all who try to divide,
And that list of those to defeat
seems to steadily increase
with every act of disloyalty,
I believe
pain and anguish
exists on multiple planes of reality.
That being said,
I must defend against attacks on my physicality
along with advances shrouded in intangibility,
and never let a blast or bomb shake my spirituality.
So to bullets aimed at my body,
to melees on my mind,
to attempts to fracture my heart of any kind,
I stand in
duel stance,
dual wielding
a wicked force combined,
My cold steel of real
protects me from all that lies outside,
while my metaphysical MAC-11
remains cocked at all time.
Some say I’m just paranoid,
and I argue I’m just fine,
cause anyone seemingly
or seeing me
as naive,
trying to subjugate these thoughts of mine,
could be another leech trying to breach the enemy line.
Anyone posing to be weak or lame,
could be a predator confusing me as lowly game,
but like a lion from my den,
I command my land,
And all that I can control with these two hands,
roar of a beast,
demeanor of a man.
I
Refuse
To
Be
Hunted
On
My
Home
Plain.
(You looked confused? Don’t you see the mane?)
So this is my call to arms…
We strapping up tonight,
Cause the long road ahead,
Is promised to be a hell of a fight,
Kick down doors,
Shoot out lights,
Does it look like I give a damn if I lose this?
Even with my back full of bruises,
My eyes seeing stars,
And my heart severely scarred,
Your katana-sharp barbs
cant penetrate,
no matter who
or what
you think you are…
My greatest asset, my greatest skill, my greatest weapon,
will always be the hidden strength within.
I may have lost our last battle,
but when I’m met on my front, I will always win…
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