A pen without ink is worthless

But extremely lethal too

Sitting there in idleness waiting to wield its dangerous nature

Like an unforgiving rapier draws deep furrows across helpless blank pages

Transforms into a monster 

Extreme psychotic behaviour; runs amok like a naked sword

Distraught and wounded pages 

Are reminders of a pen without feelings

Evils are born from sulking and deep rage

Never allow the pen to be dry

Its life and nature depends on healthy ink


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