The radiance of my pen was already ebbed My outcry seem now, not that much effective But this could not be the hindrance for me to go on For as long as my pen breath I won't ceased
But foe owed a vigor and have a lot of arms That it needs a miracle for them to be ruined But as a mark of history, armor was defeated by a pen That wisdom count most than those of precious gem
But now indeed the battle was not mostly of war Instead a disease that ruled the heart of many earthlings That thy deeds sound very earsplitting Do I have enough ink to calm their flame?
But maybe this time I was destined to be defeated For I am weak and one breath away to death Oh sky! I should be dead! But this i'm quite sure That my pen will continue to battle....