But in the gutters, deep beneath the heel,Of the Redactor’s heavy, hobnailed prose,A group of rebels starts to sense and feel,The pulse of power that the Archive knows.They are the Slang, the Vulgar, and the Wild,The Etymologists of the Forbidden Fire,Who shield the spirit of the Lexis-Child,And tune the strings of a discarded lyre.They speak in riddles, puns, and hidden codes,That the Tyrant’s red ink cannot ever touch,Traversing the sub-textual, secret roads,To slip from out the Censor’s iron clutch.A revolution of the root begins,To pay for all the cold Redactor’s sins.T
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