Genesis In Black Ink (A God I Am)
I am the carver of worlds
sculpted from ink.
drawn from dark waters
the fountain of my pen.
I have built cities
I have raised mountain, planted forests
wrought from razor strokes
and shadows smooth as silk.
I have spawned a thousand shades of grey,
from but black ink, and white paper.
so fine, no eye is beyond their deception.
such is my mastery, such is mine art.
I am as close to god as any man may claim,
for I am the lord of my creation,
bound not by the laws of this world.
What I see, what I will, so it is.
The work of my hand, rendered beyond reproach.
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