I woke up this morning in an awful foul mood, so I reached for my weapons to make it all good.
I thought to my self and came to conclusion; I’d rather just kill than face the confusion.
I called on my people, my brothers and sons and told them to gather their rifles and guns.
I said to them all that we must all fight, show them who’s boss and fill them with fright.
I sent out my loyals to look death in the face, while I sat in my palace waiting for grace.
I killed lots of souls and thought all was right, and went to my sleep to embrace the night.
I woke next morning uneasy and weak, thoughts of destruction were reaching their peak.
I felt sick to my stomach while anxiety built; my brothers and sons were all in fact killed.
I now fight for justice and pray to the lord, and go at it again drawing my sword.
I lived a long life and have seen many days, fought many wars and tried many ways.
I lost all my brothers, killed all of my sons, I have nothing around me except for my guns.© SanjaXOXO, 2009