The pen and the sword.
We trumpet the sword.
Its length. Its power. Its bigness.
Thrust it in. Pull it out. Clean it.
Repeat.
A pen.
Small. Temporary.
Once its ink runs dry,
Impotent.
Yet its stream gives life.
Might
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The pen and the sword.
We trumpet the sword.
Its length. Its power. Its bigness.
Thrust it in. Pull it out. Clean it.
Repeat.
A pen.
Small. Temporary.
Once its ink runs dry,
Impotent.
Yet its stream gives life.
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