What a Time
What a year, a crazy year
A long year its becoming
What a change, so many changes
I've changed and feel like running
What a way, this growing way
My way of anger it is growing
What time, this lonely time
This time true colors are now showing
What a blast, was it a blast
A blast at what you're doing
Is it a game, your evil game
Your game to ruin and undo me
What is your point, please make your point
My point is I've been lost my anger
What is your plan, do you have a plan
You see my plan it comes with danger
What did you think, or even think
Did you try to think at all
What did you want, or hope to want
Want to me to bow and fall
What if I said, I said to you
I said you've unlocked the beast
What would you do, try to do
Do you run or fight at least
What has happened, and happened why
Well you meant for it to happen
What will I do, I will not run
Will fight from the corner im backed in
By Troy Toney
8-16-20
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