As he walked down the ally
The weaklings run of to hide,
He felt superior
Saw them all as minor,
He saw them as superior
Yet too scared was he the inferior,
Picked on them for satisfaction
But pain wasn't his realization,
Suffering in a dark world
He'd beat them off of all they had
That made him glad,
He is a bully that's too scared
But to the world he's well prepared,
In deep fear
Destruction is his desire,
Attire for being cool
His attitude is being rude
As he is the bully that was scared.
Bard mwendwa 🥺
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