by SHYANNE BROOKS Staff writer I am the warrior
You are the war I fight myself Through all your hell I prepare for battle More and more My mind is weak My armor worn I’ve spent many nights Preparing for fights On the battlefield Long and hard I lunge and thrust With all my might Maybe, just maybe I can win this fight It’s raining and cold The condition is rough This is getting old But it makes me tough I can’t comprehend Why you’re doing this I know things tend To be bad enough Please stop this stuff This pain and torture It’s all too much End me now I beg you war As I lie bleeding On my floor I can’t fake it I’m done I can't take it I’m pleading As I reach for my gun It’s all for you war This is it It’s over One single shot I’m growing colder I see you cry though it’s not true Sometimes I wish I were you All high and mighty With many jewels But then I remember Your evil soul The time has come I must go I’ll remember the face Of my foe For it was mine All along I fought myself On right and wrong Now I see The trumpets singing A better song Than metal ringing All night long I close my eyes Take my last breath In and out I welcome death
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