This is a poem about a character I have made up. I’m not going to go into much details about him but I have named him William BloodDagger.
Upon my birth my parents left,
Little to know that I would be so deft,
In the way of the chain,
Exelling with pain,
Making others feel the sting,
Whilst the dagger is stabbing,
Good and bad,
It may make them sad,
To know that their child,
Was not mild,
Working in gangs,
Face covered by his bangs,
That the son of a bitch,
Who is feared so well,
Is their blood.
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