"The pen is mightier than the sword,"
I say,
And the whole world seems to scoff.
The assassins and the armaments
All hold their swords aloft.
"Come and face me now,"
They say,
"With your puny pens
I'll win any battle,
Any war;
It's your life that will end."
I smirk knowingly
And take my pen in hand.
In physical combat, yes,
I may not stand a chance.
But with my pen I will make peace
With my words they will have lost,
As my pen scratches out
Just what their war has cost.
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