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The blackend ink stains the page,

as the words take shape through the power of my pen.



Here I am the master.

Here I can rape the words, twist and conform them to my will.

Here I can control the outcome of destiny.

Here the words are under my rule.

Here I can slay them or give them life.



Here I am the tyrant with the only voice.

Here lips mime silently, but not a sound made.

Here my words are the only ones spoken, the only ones heard.

As the wrath of my words set fire to the page.



I am the master of my domain.



~*~Fin~*~

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