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Forged in steel and pain
written by Genocide Reaper02:59 AM 3/28/05Black shirt, labeled Harley.
Long dark hair, pinned beneath a crimson cap.
Three day beard all grown out.
Eyes squinted, at the sun so bright.
Black shades come to cover them, so I feel like its night.
Cigarette lit between my lips.
Blue jeans filled with holes in the rear.
Working my scrawny ass off in the day.
Never did I shed a tear.
This I shall say.
If you step on my leather, pitch boots.
I'll make sure they're put to good use.
On your ass, I'll walk a mile.
On your skull, I'll kick a smile.
Upside down silver, cross.
Dangling around my neck.
Golden star of David, with feathery friends about.
Give me a break.
I don't care if Jesus died a thousand years ago today.
Its not my religion for fuck's sake.
I'm a man with a God.
One who doesn't explain himself in a vow and then unto it break.
If you've got something smart ass to say.
Keep it to yourself.
Otherwise, you'll wish you were some one else.
Maybe, some one never born.
Because when I'm scorned, you'll feel the wrath of a raging storm.
I'm not here to take your shit.
So go ahead, get pissed.
Do I seem to be the punching bag in the corner?
If I'm not mistaken, the last time I checked.
My balls were bigger.
Fist clenched.
Fools walk away.
A grin upon my face, forever to stay.
In steel and pain I was forged.
With Insanity and hate I was born.
Belt engraved with my Fathers name.
A soldier once in a suicidal war.
A man that faced his fears, and more.
Taught and asked the unforgettable question.
To be a leader or follower.
Which do you think I chose?
Does the gun at my side say slave?
Do my eyes deceive?
Are you here to try and trick me into believing different?
Do you have the guts in that fat greedy belly to get violent?
I see who you are, a man that should be wise enough to stay silent. |
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