I need a pen and a paper

To express all these wars

Confessing all my flaws

As I press 007 with my poetical claws


Of course I’m unlocking doors

Breaking the devils jaws

Atleast I’m the first on the list

To pass the test I killed a beast

On the mist with a broken spiritual fist


(I am Zee Poet Terrorist 007 that’s my poeticalpin)