my words are like a sharpened sword
providing the ultimate protection
or destroying everything it touches
I know just where to strike
I can ****
or it can save
I am deadly
dont touch me
for what happens next is unclear
every little pain to me
erects a newer weapon
each more deadly than the last
sharper and more precise
with every use
I become more vilified
when I leave
there will be scares
there will be tragedy
a master of my art
a devastated lonely assassin
I am a trained killer
months ago...