The Pen is My Witness
She chooses me in the multitude
And yet; she is my quotidian barrister
The ink has come
She is compel to defend those who are voiceless
The pen is my witness
My strength and my weakness
And the wind is pregnant with the ventilation.
Though the nincompoops and the scaly wags may forlom her
She sell her shell at the shore
Thus immunity is from her
My witness testify and I'm sanctify
She judge my assaults
I love you, love you, love you, love you and I love you
The sheet complains as the ink was roughly applied on him
But the nuisance forlom her
Their witness are their lips; some seldom missues it
You are the old news; the open secret.
She is my witness; I'm defended through her
I'll breathe till my last breath; she's my witness.
©Barrister
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