Spoiler! :
words are naught but weapons
wielded by the weak
who, in desperation,
do endlessly seek
the wonder of a rainbow
and the far-off misty dells
where winter has her residence
and summer never dwells
a sword, a spear, a scimitar
to hold off legions true;
that is what we tell ourselves,
we weak, we dark, we few
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