I Was KGB

I walked where borders were mere lines, Invisible ink beneath my strides. No passport stamped my phantom face— I was the ghost in every place. Seventeen tongues danced on my lips, From Moscow winds to Cairo ships. I whispered codes in birdsong tones, And sent the sparrows into zones. Their wings, my messengers unseen, Slipped past the guards, unheard, serene. I wore a thousand crafted masks, Each one flawless for its task. A merchant, monk, or soldier’s guise— Truth drowned beneath a sea of lies. I played their minds like strings of art, Each heartbeat mapped, each fear a chart. Psychic sight, my inner flame, Saw secrets long before they came. I bent the steel of what is real— With just a thought, the earth would feel. Telekinetic wrath unfurled— I cracked the skin of this old world. With just a blink, I moved a tide, Exposed the whispers nations hide. Vaults of power? I had the key. The darkest truths, revealed to me. I watched as kings in silence bowed, While empires burned beneath the cloud. Data, secrets, blood, and shame— I held them all, and none could name The face behind the rising storm— A ghost beyond the human form. They feared what they would never see. Who truly knows what knows the KGB?