Oil on canvas,
24 x 30 in (60.96 x 76.2 cm).
I watch. I wonder. I build. I tear down.
Am I a god? As surely as you are.
Gods have forever to measure their words. Men only moments to hear them.
Is the poet a god? As surely as I am.
Trust not the words of a poet, for he is born to seduce. Yet, for poetry to sieze the heart, it must ring with the chimes of truth.
Is the warrior a god? As surely as the poet.
Beware the warrior, for her steel may not distinguish friend from foe. But in a true hand, a sharp blade may carve history.
I watch. I wonder. I build. I tear down.
The ending of the words is MAGICIAN.
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