i was drawn to this page to pick a fight with a stranger who has wielded their word against another that is i have come to this page to be slain to say you man you know not what you say no recognition my gut quivering the mirror awaiting its seppuku you deny your brother hands shaking now as you seek words to make him see sharp inhale what love means to you you and I drawing blood blundering in love your word the dirty truth speaks to each their own feeling nothing different in my enemy i look down my hands have done nothing my word has done nothing i look up and my friend stands smiling i ought to smile too and end this so draw your blade strike me down if you know you can