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Vocal Sword


Every battle ever won was fought with a weapon, that statement leads me to ask you this question... What am fighting with? But before we get to that every weapon used in these battles was tailored for the opponent So what am I fighting against? Im fighting influences My parents always think they understand the battle Im fighting But im not so sure they do 24/7 I am attacked by my opponent, my foe is merciless and will not stop until I succumb to its ideals It attacks my senses with music telling me the kind of guy I want to be TV telling me who I should be so tell me... How do you fight something this massive What do you do when he enemy is all around you It's obvious I need something with the power to move millions I need something to help gather forces to my aid I need something to help others see my point of view so they can see what I see I gotta have something that can cause a shockwave So all of my opponents will immediately switch sides when they look up and see the magnificence of the weapon I wield I've been training wit this weapon everyday improving my skill and ability Practicing on a punching bag in my garage Running to the top like a rocky balboa montage and finally after being sharpened, cleaned, and prepared I look to the horizon, where The numbers of my enemy have grown so large that they blot out the sun and I can hear my own heartbeat THUMP, THUMP, THUMP I am ready, THUMP, for war So I stood stall and unsheathed my VOCAL SWORD! and DANG!!... it was a magnificent sight me and my vocal sword against the world I haven't been overwhelmed yet, It may be me against thousands but be careful where you place your bets because im fighting to stay an individual, not just one of the many men taken prisoner by ignorance and being fooled into thinking, putting your own comrades down, makes you stronger somehow... I cut the crap with my vocal sword cut it back with my vocal sword and stay on the attack with my vocal sword my vocal sword never grows dull and I will remain in resistance and hopefully so will the millions of other wielders of this weapon in existence we are a unit standing strong showing off our vocal swords nobody knows the trouble we've seen as we were born we were attack in our adolescence by cowards All OF THEM! attacking us before we can even fight back, trying the hardest a man possibly can to make your mothers ray of sunshine turn to black and they have succeeded time and time again our people need god because there are too many cases Columbine, Amanda Todd all broken before their sword was done being crafted or always knew it was there but wouldn't go when they were drafted and finally... there are the ignorant people who were granted this weapon and use it for evil how can I expect to succeed when my opponent has equal or greater power than me? Its unfathomable... So I must be greater, be stronger be more consistent than ever before take every shot I got because all is fair in love and war and I plea to my brothers be a new, not another enraging double agent, they are among us galore be a soldier for society and unsheathe... your VOCAL SWORD. Thank You.
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