A new poem that is stinkin awsome
Ferocity
Hello nice guy…… ehhh no your not nice. Hello good sir……hmmm no somethings missing. Hello true warrior whose passion burns and stomack turns. Who cant be restrained or contained because of the truth that tugs and turns and burns within. There we go!!! That’s more like it.
Because this aint no democracy, this is a call to ferocity an animalistic diagnosity. Because it is the enemies plan to get us into compromise and its to our demise that we fall into this hall of the dead.
Where men are well fed these sick lies and their only prize is the security witch the’ve traded life for.
We need men to rize up, who are fed up with the filth.
With a lions roar the captives chains tore
Not with the squick of a mouse or by the men who were asleep in their house.
Dr. Seuss fought his war he always brought on more.
If a childrens author can do it, I bet you can see to it.
It seems like people always stand for something except for what counts.
…but….I believe in you, I see it in you, you have what it takes.
Now grow the wings you need and take flight
Every man has a battle to fight.
And fight it he will or his blood will be spilled.
Don’t let the lies of the enemy hold you back
For a lack of faith holds back your pace.
I’m here to tell you that you have everything you need and what you lack your commander will supply.
All I ask is that you respond and reply to the destiny, the order sent to you, given to you, the one whom the Lord had in mind.
So grow the fangs and claws that you need, roar like the lion, scream your heart out, just don’t fall out.
You know some people have never roared their loudest.
Lemme hear someone roar.
Just remember one thing. In all your battles you have a passionate, ferocious leader, who loves you, and who will passionately, ferociously, keep you in his arms.
Hello nice guy…… ehhh no your not nice. Hello good sir……hmmm no somethings missing. Hello true warrior whose passion burns and stomack turns. Who cant be restrained or contained because of the truth that tugs and turns and burns within. There we go!!! That’s more like it.
Because this aint no democracy, this is a call to ferocity an animalistic diagnosity. Because it is the enemies plan to get us into compromise and its to our demise that we fall into this hall of the dead.
Where men are well fed these sick lies and their only prize is the security witch the’ve traded life for.
We need men to rize up, who are fed up with the filth.
With a lions roar the captives chains tore
Not with the squick of a mouse or by the men who were asleep in their house.
Dr. Seuss fought his war he always brought on more.
If a childrens author can do it, I bet you can see to it.
It seems like people always stand for something except for what counts.
…but….I believe in you, I see it in you, you have what it takes.
Now grow the wings you need and take flight
Every man has a battle to fight.
And fight it he will or his blood will be spilled.
Don’t let the lies of the enemy hold you back
For a lack of faith holds back your pace.
I’m here to tell you that you have everything you need and what you lack your commander will supply.
All I ask is that you respond and reply to the destiny, the order sent to you, given to you, the one whom the Lord had in mind.
So grow the fangs and claws that you need, roar like the lion, scream your heart out, just don’t fall out.
You know some people have never roared their loudest.
Lemme hear someone roar.
Just remember one thing. In all your battles you have a passionate, ferocious leader, who loves you, and who will passionately, ferociously, keep you in his arms.