

Whatever it is, I only need to say it and it becomes true. People repeat
my words and believe them because they know I am right.
I hold the power in my hands
to damage others,
do not care
about
their
pain.
I
am
the scythe
that cuts through
the long grass, the wet
growth of endless obfuscation.
Each word I utter is a cut-throat razor, a sharp
blade that shaves the stubble of confusion and reveals the bare face of reality.

