~My number 2 Pencil~
My pencil is sharper,
than the mightiest blade,
Only about fifty million pencils made.
your blade might tear,
or cut the me to the bone!
But my number 2 pencil,
will cut you to the soul.
the sharpness of your blade,
cuts through armor,
yet my pencil can,
forever really scar you.
if I let my pencil have full vengeance,
I will let it win with its genius.
the blade rips deeply into the skin,
but my pencil can write and always wins.
remember the sharpness of my pencil,
there tiny and come in golden yellow.
forget how sharp your blade is.
cause my penciled words will,
cut deeper than your blade,
has ever thought of being!
~Inkmaster~
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