[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Before the towers learned to speak,
before the scholars found their tongue,
I dipped a talon in the dark
and taught the silence how to sing.
You think the sword decides the war?
A blade is loud and quickly dull.
But I have ended men with half a phrase
and built whole kingdoms with a word.
[Pre-Chorus]
So weigh each syllable like silver —
nothing in this world cuts half as clean.
[Chorus]
One quill, and the whole world divides:
radiance on the left, the shadow on the right.
I'll write you a halo or write you a grave
with the very same hand, with the very same blade.
I never had to roar —
the sharpest thing I own is a word.
[Verse 2]
I lean to the black and the ink takes wing,
a thing of shadow learning how to fly.
I press a truth against your ribs
so soft you thank me while you bleed.
And those I favor, those I lift,
I crown with strength they never earned.
So careful what you take from me —
my gifts have teeth, my praise has thorns.
[Chorus]
One quill, and the whole world divides:
radiance on the left, the shadow on the right.
I'll write you a halo or write you a grave
with the very same hand, with the very same blade.
I never had to roar —
the sharpest thing I own is a word.
[Bridge]
There is a light in eloquence,
a way to lift a broken thing —
to name the fear and shame the cruel,
to make the silenced classroom sing.
But every light must cast a shade,
and I have always taught them both.
I strike, and then I strike again —
the second cut's the one you'll quote.
[Final Chorus]
One quill, and the whole world divides:
radiance on the left, the shadow on the right.
I'll write you a halo or write you a grave
with the very same hand, with the very same blade.
So mind the words you wield —
I schooled a warring world
to wage its wars with nothing but a word.
[Outro]
Dip the quill... and choose.
