Ink Of Vengeance Ink Of Words
Let my ink be your curse
Ink Of Vengeance Ink Of Words
Never let them de-ink you
Writing is your destiny—your star to follow
If we catch the poetry thieves
We will destroy them with words
They’ve never seen, never spoken
We’ll teach them English, then poetry
But not before they choke,
On the taste of what they tried to steal
They lick their lips
As our words leave our mouths
They grab, they want, they need
Bloody ninjas
Sneaking and thieving
But here’s the warning,
My ink is poison.
To those who adore it too much
To those who want it for free
They want to screw my poetry
For a few taka
Always your god, your main man in the sky
He watches.
He’ll whip your sorrowful asses
If you even make it
Into that big book upstairs.
Paradise might not be for you
Maybe punishment will come
In the form of ink—my ink
Poured down your throat
By Him by him who doesn’t like thieves.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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