am i correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?

it's ink that lies

the pen,the page,the paper

i like, i learn

you will always take away what i have earned

and so aid my end while i believe i'm winning

our friends speak out in our defense

i pay ten deaf ears for two monthes rent

we burn they gallows they erect,

and cut the nooses they tie for our necks

you constantly make it impossible to make conversation

keep us comatose but audible

and i like it the farther i get out

we pass it off but its all on us

only common conversation,

it took everything i got.

and i like it the farther i get out

once said,always said

i will hold the past over your head

i'll speak my mind whenever i feel slighted

i am hellbent an extracting all of my revenge

so take heart, sweetheart, or i will take it from you

we slip concealed back to the keep

concede to do the work for free

we pray as wolves among sheep and slit the neck of soldiers while they sleep.