Blacksmith Vs Wordsmith
The blacksmith a gunsmith he says he is, therewith aligned with Lilith
Giving birth to death and pestilence, his allegiance is to his conscience, which is
See how he and the rhythm of his essence is corrupt,
So allow me to interrupt his rhythm for I am, the brain of the wordsmiths stem
Verbally I strike until I reaches and breeches spinal cord, so let this be a scripted record of how my words can make you bow.
So can you, let alone will you, still go, toe to toe with me, in this
On who is the righteous smith?
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2013
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