Peace Love And Understanding… Is Best Left For Presidents
Sticks and stones could break your bones.
But one word could shatter your soul.
Not again, not tonight…
Marching forward in the light,
an army…
an army willing to give my life.
The taste of tears is getting old.
This thought is taking hold…
Seize this rotting ball of flesh decayed,
and form a bullet of fist clenched hate.
I’ll take back what is mine,
my dignity is what’s left of mine.
Your quick to judge,
but motherfucker I’m quicker.
I could feel your hate a glare away,
eating at my tolerance day after day.
Now you’ll feel a force,
like you’ve never felt before.
I’m on a new path,
a path to settle the score.
Your death through my eyes,
is the course of action to take back my life.
You will fall from grace for the words that you’ve spoken
and you’ll pay with flesh for the bones that you’ve broken.
Those fifteen minutes of fame,
now become your fifteen minutes of shame,
just the price you pay for the games you’ve played.
One tragedy to bring you to your knees,
heart skipping a beat,
you’ll wish you never fucked with me.
Words simply provoke me now,
hate has never been professed so loud.
I will never again hide from you,
never to hide from view.
What’s it feel like to be in the path of belligerence,
fueled by something more than raw ignorance?
I will never be afraid again,
never be ashamed again.
For I am my killing hand,
never changing ‘til the end.
I am your constant death,
never ending ‘til your last breath.
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Submission Name: Peace... Is Best Left For Presidents
