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I need no steel to make them yield. My pen’s the sword, my truth the shield. I conquer in silence, in stanzas and cries, And write what no tyrant can shackle or buy.
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
My Pen is my sword 🗡️
I need no steel to make them yield. My pen’s the sword, my truth the shield. I conquer in silence, in stanzas and cries, And write what no tyrant can shackle or buy.
Marwan-Baytie
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56/M/Australia
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
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