Words
How they injure and maim
The depth of each cut
Slices through every vein
Of our throbbing hearts
Inflicting pains
Without wounds
A Bloodless massacre
Surmounts
All our scars
Whence do they
Reap such powers?
Do hate and anger prey
On innocent flowers
Before they could bloom?
Without warning
They beguile and dazzle
The unsuspecting minds
Provoking the rise and fall
Of raptured emotions
Weaving beauty into every line
Embedding soft caresses
Into every whispered verb
Reigning our souls
With its impassioned speeches
How we worship
The Written Word
How we raze through
Every page or sentence
Of eloquence in nouns
Like a song it lulls
Every listener
To delirium
Sparing only
The deaf
The wielder of words
Disarms with
An Army of Language
He becomes
A Master of Universe.
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