Are my weapons.
Words are on my side,
they have no opinion that is not my own.
They take the shape and form that I give them.
I am a ruler,
a tyrant over my own people,
I breathe life into the letters.
They are meaningless,
without meaning that I give them.
They are nothing without me.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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