I’m in rare form
My form is so rare
that no lie is too great to embrace my warfare
No fire can make dust of the bombs that I drop
And no thief in the night can take swift with my plot
I’m a renegade
I give swords to your slaves
Chop it up before dawn
then give bones to your graves
I’m a hurricane
I blow hard through the chill
Through the wind and the rain
Make you run for the hill
I’m a psychopath
I don’t know when to stop
I can’t see what is good
So I’m bad to the drop
I am everything
And nothing at all
I go up then come down on your head as I fall
I don’t know what is
I don’t know what will be
But I know that the seed don’t fall far from the tree
Man I’m heaven sent
You’re a weed on my farm
And the harvest is coming
And the reaper is born
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