The most cunning has no power
Except that which is in his head
But knowledge is no tool against strength
It is no comfort in this darkness
It gives no warmth to my freezing body
My body is weak and I cannot find my way out
Here is where I was put
Here is where I shall stay
Until my cries are heard by some passing stranger
I will have my revenge
I know not how, but it shall be
There will be a day when knowledge overcomes brute strength
And the same say they will be in my place
In this dark and cold place
But no one will come to free them
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