Submitted by : repenter86 on Think

I'm armed and my ammunition is quite deadly.
My lack of fear and explosive pride make a winning medley.
I carry heavy duty guns that I store within my heart.
I use my knives of glory to tear my hurt apart.
I have a device which can blow up the skies.
I hold it dear and deep within my cunning eyes.
I seek out lies and I figure out pain.
My march towards victory, is played out in my brain.
I own a grenade that can wipe out, an invasion of occupiers.
I have a poison mist which can sniff out nation's liars.
I'm loaded and I'm ready, I'm a fighter with a passion.
So stay clear of me, if you don't wish to see, how I can give a bashing!