Your anger does not scare
Nor impress me
Your frustration
And castration
Does not interest nor upset me
Violence being your solution
Your delusion being my end
Not ever!
Cut through my face
Not my spirit
That battle only dented me
Could never break me!
Ahead I go
As you follow my shadow
Fight I will
Without dirtying my hands
My mind being powerful
Out - smart you I will
The top I’m going
Dust you will swallow
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