By any means necessary
I shall strike down the evil
That surrounds me daily
Trap me in the depths of madness
An old soul with a young mind
Cast me with violence of peers
Let close ones swear against me
And paint vivid images of me
Tie my hands and push me down
Think me dead as you sleep away
By any means necessary I shall
With my inner most strength
Strike down who stands against me
Oh my God who shall save me
Pull me out of this bloody wave
My words music to a deaf ear
In my youth my grave I paved
My enemies now walk in sight
In a dark corner, silence surrounds
A thousand flowers to my foes
Let them all fade by all thy means!
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