Widows and Orphans

Fear me
Fear my pen
Much mightier than your sword
I carve through your armour
With weapons you cannot combat

That slice and dice your ambiguity
Destroying the myths of your propaganda
Cutting to the heart
Leaving a trail of blood and

Your power
Is in control
But mine is in knowledge
I will defeat ignorance
And bigotry
I will annihilate hatred
With reason
And leave only
The tattered remains
In my

I shall conquer all the wrongs
I shall win through for good
The Devil trembles in my presence
I am right
I am truth
I am Poetry
I shall take no prisoners
And leave only
Widows and
To add insult to my

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