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Oh how the words mock me.

They came from me,

but they are strangers now.

Their stare is unbearable,

Relentlessly breaking waves

Against the cliffs of my mind.

How I yearn to shape them,

To bend them and break them,

To form from them my mind,

And at last release my thoughts on to the page.

But they do not concede,

They will not release me from torment.

And so I look onward,

Frightened of the army of stone soldiers,

My children who bare the face of a stranger,

The stranger who's gaze bares into me,

Yet I cannot look away.

And so I look onward, planning my revenge,

For I am Iago and this is my plot!

I do not seek justice, but personal retribution,

For the stranger's eyes will be mine,

And the stone soldiers will salute me.

I just don't know how yet.