The Basics Of Weaponry

Poem By Not The Pilot

i've fallen captive to another little whore
but i'll break through these walls
and not fall anymore
i'll guard myself through it all
i'll hide myself from your stares
because the way you look at me
makes a massacre look pretty
and i'm not ready for this

this last battle's done
so let's end this war
once and for all
surrender your sword
to ease the tension
a finale to please the senses

don't look down i've told myself
as everything beneathe me shatters to pieces

you're so clever with your
words which will become
daggers into me
you play this situation, like a fiddle
she fucks everything she sees

this last battle's done
so let's end this war
once and for all
surrender your sword
to ease the tension
a finale to please the senses

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