Warning; Breech In system by Tia Voth

Insecurities hitting the breech,
Speak now or forever hold your peace.

You'll have to fight for your right
or you'll never win a fight

Together we may start a war
Though we will count different a score

So hold your ground
And wait for the next round

All those who say looks will kill
They didn't know that so could a pill

And you will never know my feel
Of the forevermore of a seal.

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