Mightier

A man stands clad in chrome and gold
And goes to war with ink and verse,
Lest history remain untold

With blackened eyes and heart accursed,
His foe is censored doom and spite
And goes to war with ink and verse—

The verse perverse, redacted blight
Entombs in sable pools his home
His foe is censored doom and spite

Two swift swords flash, red-splattered chrome
A child turns around to flee
Entombed in sable pools his home

A broken mouth coughs out the plea:
Take up your sword, your past recall
A child turns around to flee.

The sun will rise, the sun will fall
A son stands clad in chrome and gold.
Take up your sword, your past recall
Lest history remain untold.

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