Everyone has their weapon and everyone has their tool
We all have a mission and a kingdom we try to rule
We fight for our lives and fight to be the best
You draw your sword and I pull out my pen
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight
But I didn't show up to lose
Sticks and stones were once said to break your bones
But now three words may be all it takes
I sit here and I listen to your groans
As you realize my words have taken the victory
You find the outcome was quite contrary to what you believed would be
Be careful how you speak and be careful how you paint your words
Our words can be messy like a dropped can of paint
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Thomas Terry
Hello, I like using poetry and music to help connect people and find the meaning of life. We all have our own unique stories and I want to share mine to hopefully inspire you to share yours!
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