to: anonymous
don't blame me,
for you gave me your word.
sharpen your knives,
i'll hit you where it hurts.
you're armed for a battle
that i know you cannot fight.
your warriors are nothing but a cattle.
i'll make you know my might.
don't blame me.
i'm done with your nasty trips.
you asked for a war,
i'll give you the apocalypse.
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Tome Of Secrets
RandomIn which a soft-spoken author writes about himself every day before the clock strikes 00:00 on the eve of December 24th. ---------------------------------------------------------- ➸ poetry. random. tag book