Weapons in my Midst

I am metal

I can beat

With all my pressure

I stomp my feet

I will disappear

as sharp as knives

Slit your throat

You've been advised

Keep away

I'll crack your neck

Bat in hand

You won't stay

I threw your head

Blood on sword

Too quick for pain

Now you're dead

Hole in your heart

From a stick or stone

You're on your knees

I threw my dart

No time to heal

My enemy I must deal

Weapons made of steel

To keep me hidden

So I never need to feel

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