Genocide - Poem by Patrick Tincher
My life is a genocide
But not of flesh and bone
More like heart and mind
You know your screwed when they attack your life long teachings
Should I make a stand?
Rush in with tooth and nail?
No battle gear is needed
Helmet breastplate belt shield and sword
So that I may go down fighting
If I go down at all
Make the prince think twice for attacking us servants
We can stand and fight for the King
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