Even before I started writing
I knew
I knew the power words hold
The weight they carry.
I’ve known the beauty they create since the day I could read
And the havoc they wreak when loosed with careless tongues.
My mind is a gun
And my words are the bullets
Do not dare tempt my lips to pull the trigger.
My pen and pencil
Are weapons of mass creation
And a library of destruction.
It can take an eternity of words to build one’s world up
But only a few to have it crashing down around them.
I keep my tools
And I carry an arsenal
I am a god
My words are my power.
~Quill
