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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