Among the barren lines
Calling the letters in queue
Of that pen who's first duty
Brought words into the world,
All their woe bears slavery's scar
Under the bondage of trading messages
From the sullen mouth
My pen bleeds to the day wanes
Bloody is his head
Yet never surrender
After it gets past the lines
Abandoned are the legacies
So laden in meaning
They always begin dragging too soon
Out of the onerous adventure
Hath yet earned his honor
To be mightier than the sword
Between my finger and my thumb
My pen bleeds to the day wanes
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