Mess of Wurdz

The pen I paint my expression with is mightier than a sword I push into the page, until every word and letter's sore With it I endeavor more force to settle scores And craft an opposition beyond anything you've met before You can set a war; weapons that leave blood shed and poured But I can paint the sky above you, with a single metaphor I can wage incredible violence beyond what u ever saw Then Ill picture it deeper; scribe it, and sign it in letter form Your upset I'm raw, but I've learned to furthur myself forever more Because for every good move I made, there's two I regretted more That's the lesson formed, to some it means less or more But it harbors the power of expression in this pen I forge Surpassing any and all physical sets of laws Pushing me past giving up. I see failure never more And I'm never worn, I'll always find myself stepping forth Because I know there's a fighting chance in this mess of words