Al always fight

Al pick up my sword and go to war
No farmer goes to weed witbout his hoe,
He can have his chosen,
Favourite that he uses often
But when unavailable,
He chooses not

Am taught to use what i have
Be it my pen,
My hand
My legs
I use it to get what i want
Its my sole sword
In the war i created
And am gonna fight and fight
If i loose am gonna fight back and make my enemy surrender
Enslave to make him beg
Clear his army,burn his swords if he insists on winning
Whats the need of war if not defeat him anyway?

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