Who art thou
one be set with lance
that aims
toward the heart
thy fiery
darts strike deep within
the
penetrated parts
Whose pointed
words and sharpened lines
marks objects
purposed be
a bull's-eye
goal thou hast in mind
for those who
trusted thee
Actuate tones
and attitudes
the function
of thy soul
thy duties
end destruction then
not part but
all the whole
The object of
thy ridicule
thy spears
thus strike the spot
and bring
opponents down below
the weapons
of thy thoughts
To watch thy
prey enduring pain
thy javelins
thou hast thrown
while lancets
fly thine alibi
be innocence
atoned
And care not
for those conquered hearts
by gars have
broken sound
while halberd
pikes have crushed within
their spirits
run aground
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