Mine

Arms at back,

Posture fine,

Stay on track,

And Stay in line.

Words of yours will pierce their heart,

And forces of mine will tear you apart.

Your army consists of what you've known,

I'll fight with an army of my own.

Fight my friends and start your wars,

And I'll destroy that pride of yours.

You stand no chance but you stand your ground.

Do you not see that failure surrounds?

My friends of old see me with hate,

But mess with me and I'll see to your fate.

They mean the world to me and I'll protect,

Every last one, until the end.

So throw your words and say your kind,

But you can't hurt them, those "friends" are mine.