Some Days

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Woken by another head splitting ache

Dead between the eyes and all the way through

I rise again, yet it seems only for rising’s sake

No more dragons to slay, or wild dreams to pursue

 

Eyes bloodshot and weary from their distorted view

Following another interminable nights toss and turn

I should be accustomed to it after all, it’s nothing new

Day after day, night after night, same old crash and burn

 

Another day, another dollar in debt and the well gets deeper

Hard to survive one more day on the unforgiving mean streets

Slave to the grind, yet I continue to be thy masters keeper

As adversity sees that this dark and hardened heart still beats

 

Comedy and tragedy hide behind a single mask these days

The moon shines bright as if to mock the suns power

Imitation is a weak defense against Sol’s sovereign rays

Yet the hand of uprising will inevitably strike a new hour

 

What is to become of this wars seemingly broken soldier?

I tell you not to spend another second of needless worry for me

For I have the wisdom of ages alongside this chip on my shoulder

 My vengeance will be lightning quick and crystal clear for all to see

 

“Fight the good fight” is a very questionable concept indeed

When, in the end, fighting dirty is the only way to win

“Some days you are the hammer, and some the nail” ; agreed

So call me transgressor if my warfare of self defense is a sin

 

Yes, I have been both the Hammer and the Nail

Enough to know that the hammer only wins if swung

For my aggressors I have one message that will prevail

And for them then, Hells Bells shall be loudly rung

 

I am most certainly the Hammer

And I always come out swinging

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Wrath Of Retribution

  

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Hardwired by the blunt reality

Of a world underneath the surface

What the privileged refuse to see

And the ignorant cannot believe

 

Fugitive of a wildly desperate mind

Escapism not the only tool of my trade

Back me into a corner and observe

A side that many are lucky to never see

 

I keep it hidden in the name of tranquility

Hoping against hope it is an obsolete necessity

Never again needing to succumb to its violence

Always a swift and definitive distribution of justice

 

 I suffer now from the darkest premonition

Of a time when I will be forced once again

To conjure this unruly beast back to battle

Annihilating all that bring pain to my pride

 

With revenge as my weapon I stand loyal

Onyx and Blood adorn my coat of arms

I am a warrior of both shadow and light

Test my allegiance and taste my wrath

 

One….Last….Time….

Libran Warrior

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Blindly forging ahead through this life’s trial by fire

A Libran warrior and Lion are one and the same

Battle weary yet unwilling to give way to adversity

Amidst chaos, Balance and Power reign supreme

 

Libra’s scales adorning this life soldiers shield

While mighty King becomes his eye’s in this fray

Guiding him into combat fearlessly once again

Vengeance is sought for the meek and the mild

 

Adversity shall always be wrought on the masses

While power starved oppressors grasp for control

Never will this champion of Might and Right waver

This Librans ultimate goal to see cruelty cut down

 

So beware all ye who hear the battle cry of the wild

As it surely is a precursor to swift and violent justice

The tyrant shall live in fear for the injustices wrought

As fates are weighed, measured, and strictly upheld