Knives of reality,
Fires of the truth,
They come to me in a blazing glare.
Eyes with speculations,
Burning stares of guilt,
They come to me in a blazing glare.
Still I stood strong with aims.
Still I fought with words.
Still I sought for freedom.
Gushing blood from my pen,
Flowing sweats from my themes,
I fought with these and only these
Dangers of my choice,
Death brought by stressed quotes,
I fought knowing these and only these.
Still I stood strong with aims.
Still I fought with words.
Still I sought for freedom.
Gone are the fears of thy death,
O'death, stress your strength,
Cause I come with my sword.
Sharpen your knives, aim your arrows.
Cause I come with my sword.
