A Pen of Perspective and Barren Belief 

Wielding words
Like greater swords,
From a guiltless hilt
False blood is spilt,
Whether blue or black,
With neither stab nor hack,
The white space is split
By the devil’s advocate:
The Angel on the shoulder
Of the pen holder,
A beating heart but its blood runs colder.

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