A lonely scholar in a hut of bark,Observes the footnote’s cold and creeping rot,And lights a candle in the gathering dark,To guard the sanctity of "Is" and "Not."He reads the margins with a weary eye,To catch the Tyrant in his clever crawl,Beneath the arches of the neon sky,And by the ruins of the Censor’s wall.He knows the battle is no longer fought,With swords of ink or banners made of light,But in the secret chambers of the thought,Against the whispers of the coming night.He sharpens his stylus of obsidian stone,To face the Footnote on his own, alone.The conflict has shifted from Epic War to Individual Vigilance. The scholar must now perform
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