They come again with their words of war,
Awareness, vigilance, combat this new menace!
This stealthy thief of lives,
No need to take what you believe already gone,
The trickster-gods have their laughs.
And I, whom they seek to “free”?
I prepare to meet their charge.
Don my armor orange, sharpen my pointed words,
If it's a battle they want, it's a battle they'll have.
The tricksters, the tricked, and the living.