Within a vial of pulsing, violet light,They find the Archon’s final, secret tear,An ink so vivid and so fiercely bright,It burns away the architecture of fear.It is the "Verb of Being," wild and free,A word that carries its own sun and sky,The "Is" that was, and evermore shall be,A truth that even Censors can’t deny.With hands that tremble from the holy heat,The Rebels take the vial and start the climb,To challenge the Redactor in his seat,And rewrite the very rhythm of their time.For though the page is blank and stripped of hope,One drop of ink can widen every scope.
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