Into battle we go
Both with minds on victory
Opponents’ worlds apart
Thirst to be sketched in history
This war, it may have started elsewhere
But ends here, before this very sheet of paper
A man for today but a legend - in time - later
Standing at the brink of fate
Peter waits at the pearly gates
Your soul to keep – Your hand to greet
The moment you fall to my feet
With weapons of destruction chosen
A battle of the century begins
But forever this day is frozen
Into battle we go
Sound the trumpets of war
Slice, rip, slash and tear
Until my rival is no more
I have won – I am him. The Messiah? No
Something of a poet aka your lyrical savior
Bow not before me as I am one of many
But read or take heed and listen – Then hate or adore me
As my finely tuned words take form
I’ve proven my valor is true
A pen at hand a sword in yours
Yet I am mightier than you.
Sound the trumpets of war
Slice, rip, slash and tear
Until my rival is no more
I have won – I am him. The Messiah? No
Something of a poet aka your lyrical savior
Bow not before me as I am one of many
But read or take heed and listen – Then hate or adore me
As my finely tuned words take form
I’ve proven my valor is true
A pen at hand a sword in yours
Yet I am mightier than you.
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