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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