The Toll of Words
Words like wild fire, licks everything in its path Once kindled, never is it easily quenched But its hands are felt, ever burning on Blazing with a vengeance, ravaging without return The very formation of speech Was never the crux in the protocols of words Rather each letter was intended an inroad into the soul Streaming past the surface Beyond the mask of the epidermis Revealing the core of every being Has been its jurisdiction for ages Beyond the euphemism of falsehoods And the lethargy of pretense Words were made to unveil TRUTH Having hands to make or break Imparting life to every existence Each word possessing the power To Build or demolish Embellish or diminish Replenish or tarnish For it leaves nothing the same Thus the question remains the same What tool have you made your words to be? Ornaments of grace, unveiling truth to heal? Or flames of destruction, conniving to kill? ©heavenly_broadcast
2018-10-15 19:14:59
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