Ready Aim Fire, the trigger pulled
Shots blazing the chamber doesn’t get to cool I duck I dodge I fend for my life I have no weapons to stage a fight It’s a coup, I’m being overthrown Hiding in my depths, surrounded but still alone No safe guard to ensure my protection The man I face has a familiar reflection Once my friend now my foe How could he stoop so low. He’s called me out I refuse to engage my brother but the half Of my other I & the same Hell we share a mother I want to change & just be serene Calm & peace Yet he’s attacking my spiritual decree I pay homage so I can maintain my composure One false move can lead to his full exposure Violence, animosity, hatred boiling to the top I am who I am not, only the Lord Can stop this blackness of this kettle’s pot
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