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
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