A Thousand Cuts

 
What’s on the lesson plan for today I asked?
The professor smiled and spun the wheel
It landed on snakes and arrows
That’s when suddenly I began to feel…

The barrel of my pen grew and soared then became a feral sword
With words ready to burn and slay in a progression of chords
A thousand cuts I once bled with dread healed and lead me here
Saying: I have to keep on fighting without the sorrow or any fear

I picked up the steel to wield the fire then protect and shield
The love I carry is a delicate thing to bare or leave unsealed
Thus continuing on this long journey I will never compromise
Until I’ve fought all my battles then I’ll reach my paradise

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