Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop

Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop

Your not Assassin murders, your not the deadliest

warriors and demons upon this earth, your not

become as Jack the Ripper, don't stare at the victims

eyes to kill, what planet you came from, you

actually not the executioner, drop the weapon you

carried in your hand, no more blood to spill in the

palace floors, not even the courts as well into and

onto the centuries, what I should plead to you but

let things to get out of your gut, this is your kingdom

this is your path road and street in your way of love

and compassion, we don't need another nastiest war

out there, check your heart of royalty dignity

encouragement inside of you, that person were tied

up so tight enough, this is your brother friend son

who was in love with a wonderful woman like that

or as nor this, what you should do

Written by

Michael James Brindley

6-9-16