Word Battle

You want me to feel broken

Alone, nowhere to go

I’ve heard the blades you’ve spoken

I have the scars to show


But I won’t stand by complacent

Won’t let you spread your hate

exhume your bloody basement

Before it is too late


Your secrets will defeat you

the truth is in the air

It spreads just like a flu

into anyone who cares


Someday you will be found

your crimes won’t go away

try hiding under ground

But you will be found someday


For I am more than broken

I’m a battle fought with words

And with every fight I’ve spoken

I fly away with birds

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