I thought the pipe busted
years ago in your trampled path
of drowning pellets in wrath.
Beat down all who challenge,
your words are still the only noise
that fire rightfully with poise.
Chin up young man,
the crowd is cheering for a show,
don't stop on account of your foe.
Pulverize that boy for his gamble
and beat him down to your level,
it is now time to set an example.
You are king in our land,
radiating heat to us shaking,
exercising a shake if you can
and washing our love away in the sand.
You are busy with mistakes,
No pity for blood shed,
it is too late
and it is time to go to bed.
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