The Sword
Taught live by the sword, die by the sword.
Not a death I desire to have on me poured.
How many times did you make me cry?
How many times did you let your hand fly?
You were so sure that you would always get away
Ran into the house, told me I better lie or I’d pay.
Cops knocked on the door fear on both sides
Lie to the law or get beat, moral and fear collides.
Split second choices had to be made quick.
Fear from him was more to the point of being sick.
Law come to visit me next day at work
Told me they could help me get away from that jerk.
I didn’t trust them, I had to go home to him
What if he knew the come and I talked to them?
I was real paranoid to say the least that day.
I rehearsed all the way home on what to say.
No one knew his anger nor his wrath he had
But I did I seen it, I heard it, felt all it’s bad.
Luckily that night you had company over.
Couldn’t show your true colors or blow your cover.
I was always taught you reap what you sow.
I was also taught to love all, even my foe.
I forgave your cruelty and immoral acts
Never again would I do it and that’s facts.
I pray you have made peace with the Lord.
I was taught if you live by the sword you will die by the sword.
CDK
02-11-2026
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