wake up and smell the coffee
your cup is fully full, not less empty
we’ve been battered for too long in this dungeon
a cage laced with thorns we once called home
our skins and bones no longer grieve as planned

our bows and arrows are tucked far
our knives are sheathed, sword down
we only wield clubs and sticks for revenge
aiming not for your life but to incapacitate you
letting you live while you lay waste and regret on your crutches

for too long...