But down beneath the flourishing of "Is,"Where the Avatar’s ink was thin and pale,A tiny, cramped, and caustic "Emphasis,"Begins to weave a dark and different tale.The Redactor’s ghost, a shriveled Asterisk,A footnote at the bottom of the soul,Calculates the danger and the risk,To regain his authoritarian control.He feeds on doubt, on commas, and on sighs,On every "Maybe" that the people speak,To build a staircase of pedantic lies,And prey upon the linguistically weak.A poison seed within the garden’s bed,That grows on what the living haven't said.
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