The Weapon
The Weapon
To every man there’s a gift created
Sitting upon his stallion he waited
Behind his smiles for what they’re worth
Waiting to be summoned come hell on earth
Bullies tamper with his gentle kind
Unaware of the rage to which they find
It rides with the adrenalin in all its flowing
An easy target beguiled by not knowing
Boiling points are part of nature’s arsenal
Evil rises while threats come too bountiful
Bullies too ignorant to know when to stop
Revenge is brewing deep down in the pot
Beware bullies, your time has come
Time for all hell to break loose
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