I'm a warrior chest out belly in,
committing sins that make Caligula grin.
Crawling through the scabs just to win,
aged and keep the pain held within.
Loaded, ready for the fight to begin,
breaching doors I'm the first one in.
I'm a warrior with the thickest skin,
stronger then a statues metal chin.
Twisted then spun up and let go to spin,
tempested and cookie creamed to win.
A warrior, chest out with belly in.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2025 04:30
- Comment from author about the poem: I was listening to Tool. Got some Tempest, Invincible, and 46 & 2 in it.
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Comments1
A fun read. Everyone wants to be a warrior these days. Enforcers, Punishers, Enforcers, Terminators, even Accountants. A focus on getting even setting justice right and fighting the good fight. Lovely
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