Though My Enemy May Knock Me To the Ground

The following is a work of fiction Though my enemy may knock me to the ground I try to keep my hatred chained and bound It scream and it pulls Like a thousand raging bulls I use every bit of love I own To keep it from being shown Anger, rage, and furry Makes everything go blurry I have so much sorrow and fear Because my enemy cannot see clear I cry out for them to flee As my hatred finally breaks free Now I sit here all alone Crying because my enemy is gone