Dost thee care for it which belongest not to you ?
Dost thee care for them who walk on wreckage as thou didst?
Why are the words misconstrued?
Why is the truth hard to you?
Ever that thou sowest
When yieldest the possibility of lowest
Measure thine life's circumference
Since thou revolvest most near the dark
Often it be the most absorbed
How thou mess with a mere sector
Yet the most of it collapsest
Sweating in the smoke to keep going
It requirest lest of a hope
Thee who dost not hear the screams
Cannot hear the sayings

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I am writer,
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I am not a fighter,
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But the pen is stronger than the sword,
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and spilling blood isn't as powerful as a single word,
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Fear that of which the writer will write,
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Cause the writer is always right,
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And his knowledge is what you think of till the end of the night.
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