By heart, A writer
Known to some a lover
By fewer yet, a fighter
Words used to make the bad, right
Some captured by my loves might
While anger confuses wrong from right
Rips sewn to hold me tighter
Hate consumes me as a cover
I move to fist only slighter
Words come to me as natural as sight
With passion may my rage ignite
Fighting only when I have no light
Rips sewn to hold me tighter
Hate consumes me as a cover
I move to fist only slighter
Words come to me as natural as sight
With passion may my rage ignite
Fighting only when I have no light
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