The Weapon Master (II)

[SAM-i-EL]

Appoylon, the "Destroyer," the Angelic like Warrior.

The opposite of Tom Sawyer, better get you a lawyer.

When one to floor, the Bottomless Pit, your ground.

Breaking the law, the kitty liter, the hound.

Breaking the speed of sound, your sol weighed in pounds.

Bound to the clown, the geanies make their rounds.

Smoking the loud with a smoking gun.

Back to the Future, the song that's sung.

Your body that's hung, mollasas like Hun.

Your too young, at this age, who has fun?

By the time I won, you lost your all your designs.

Drinking blood, after water turned to wine.