Not a Weapon but a Tool
The words flow from the pen to the page
Then from the page to screen
That's what I want to see
Words
My job would be words
Millions of combinations of twenty-six symbols
Creating people and worlds
Writing
For screen
For page
My mind and soul for the world to see
Pages
Ideas come and go
Some are fleeting
Some stick around
Pen
The sword that has the power to make words eternal
Not a simple tool to wield
The words must come
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