"with My Ink I Win This War"
Fight! You keep stabing with your knife, shoot! You goddamed parasite get ready to die, fire!
We take you down now, nothing will stop my writings, no one else in my side has this ways,
now i take my chance to die on my pool of wasted ink, keep flying to the mountains, keep
sending black roses for the buried, you complicate your life with guns, i kill with with ink, we
fight for power, no one can take us down, this our lands, our mountains, dont steal what you
were never able to builth, this world was created by your enemy, i know you want to take us
down, but too bad you decided to go out and cry out what you lost and not fight it back, none
of my business, is not yours and never will, you treath with powerless army, no guns, no
knife, no nothing to kill with, too bad i buried your wife and child into the sea of ink, yes,
inside the pen i put down to write, they drown praying for savior, but now i ask, are you
brave enough to save them from my grasps?
This short story is for all the powerful writters of the whole globe and expecially the ones
that belong to this website. I apreciate the support of all the ones who comment.
Att. Crow(TLMS)
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