Past, Present, and Future Forever

Stick to the pen, not to the sword this is the oath, long ago sworn by the writers, who became the ignitors of the free thinkers revolution Now that I'm a soldier don't cry on my shoulder for I know its never right I'm like you, imprisoned in this War of Attrition we are the seekers of the light Wrongness is winning in this, the beginning jaded as it seems the hope has not faded for someday we'll make it grow as a beanstalk from a seed Yes this tiny hope, forever shall float the same way it has carried me thus through the street of desire fly over the liars and the evil that swallows them up I'll stick to the pen, like my old dearest friend as tyrants cut us down with their blade I shall get back up, and come back with such fury as ink fills the page exposing the lies, I shall have mine for the pen is almighty, and forever in time