Arsenal
Your words were like weapons
They pierced right through my soul
It's like you had them all picked
From your own arsenal
You started with granades
Blowing up all of my dreams
You called them all nieve
Before turning on me
You launched from the ground
You stood from afar
As they dropped in from high
Leaving little smoking clouds
Than you pulled out the big guns
The ones with lots of rounds
There was shells laying everywhere
As you kept reloading your mouth
When I thought it was over
It thought you were done
You pulled out your field knife
you began gutting me some
You took out the knife
Stuck it straight in my back
Watched me bleeding out
While walking away never looking back
Like I said words are like weapons
But I lived, I chose not to die
I had on my invisable amour
My walls to my fortress built up so high
I may have been wounded
My scars they will all mend
I'll rise from the ashes
With my victory in hand
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