Composition and a ball point pen
The mind is an AK-47. 40 eight. Forty-nine.
Depends on the lines
And if one wants to rhyme
You don’t have to, but…
Wait… Off topic
Thoughts locked. Loaded. Ready
To blast, preparation is key when the proposition comes past
Don’t aim to kill, just get the point across.
EGOS DON’T SURPASS INTELLECT
From thoughts fathomed.
To Ink flowing through the pages
A process so complex
Meant to leave a simple man vexed
...The man that steps. The wrong way…
Knives cut deep without holding one
Leaving brains splattered and never owned a gun
Good. Evil. Nothing is left out
Can’t let the trivial triumph
Therefore, I write!