“With this Pen”

This pen in my hand just writing words as if they were like water hitting the ground to let seeds grow. To lend a helping hand to someone in a land I don’t know. In a way be inspiring to never let them see you perspire or try to pick you off with inferred beams, like birds on a wire.


The truth shall set you free, like being bonded out of jail although people will falsely accuse you of speaking with the demon’s tongue. And look at you as if you’re the devil trying to steal their soul. But hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.