Lay down your sword,
And pick up your pen
For it is with the word
That we shall win.
For the sword is finite,
Only part of the plan.
Words are infinite
On those we shall stand.
The sword is harsh and quick.
It works upon this land.
Wielded by the blind and the sick.
Put aside your anger,
And open your hand
Heed the danger,
And heal this land.
But not as a stranger
Take up your pen
And write the words
Only then will we win
This war of worlds.
- Hypheròs