Thoughts Through The Pen By Jhantu Randall

 What's a bright star to a quasar?
Keep my space away from where the ultraviolet rays are
Dissect the page like the pens a razor 
No matter the outcome, everything becomes marked 
Stark silence builds on moments before 
Calculated with the art of war 
Cant ignore being in the same place but on opposite sides of the door
One wants more but lacks integrity 
Visions of celebrity exposes susceptibility 
Always rose above that kind
An ancient astronaut functioning in Sirius time 
Potent with the lines 
Now let's see who holds court?
An alchemist tapped in through a 3rd eye lens 
Know the outcome as this began at the end 
Extort the score with nothing but ink and its cohort

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