A threat you send to me,
for what reason I cannot see.
For pleasure or status,
or is it just a curse.
Who gave you the right to insult my rights?
Who gave you the power to control my might?
Who gave you the authority to restrict my fight?
Who gave you the darkness to block my light?
Jokes are funny for the young.
Joy is brought for the lucky one.
Warmth you give just like the sun.
Knowledge you sing like none.
Threats are no laughing matter to receive.
Curse and insult as you please.
Wounds and bruises you inflict with ease.
your weapon that is I cannot cease.
A shield of valor is all I have.
Hit me not for I am prepared.
No weapon to pound or carve.
Only to have me feel your wrath.
Touch me not ...
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