I’m just an instrument, a tool for the Master
A pen in the hand of the only true author
A writer so great, with works so renowned
Proof of His talent constantly abounds
Deep in His book, in one minute secluded section
I've heard that my name was mentioned
No more than a character in the story He wrote
Nothing original I’m simply a quote
So when words my mind assuage
Inspiration flows and rhymes cover the page
I can’t take credit for the work when it’s done
As though I were the author or a great someone
I simply share the words I was given
Those for which my character was written
I take no glory for the things that I say
This allegory isn't mine anyway
I’m just a tool, just a quill dipped in ink
That the master is using to cause others to think
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