Words
The word ever so powerful
Can uplift or tear down
Can unite and draw together
Or can bring low and separate
The word has set armies in motion
It has ceased the rue conflict
It has brought love where none was
It has destroyed its very existence
The word chosen in haste
Becomes a sabor or shield
Defending not love
But stealing its place
The word spoken in anger
Will undo the best
Its base and mean spirit
Not easily reeled back in
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For the word is either the servant of love
Or the messenger of deciet and avarice
Used as a weapon will always return
The same spirit to its speaker
My words I will not toss about
My words I will now choose
With consideration for the effect
They have on others, as well as myself
I will not go sparely with them
Neither will I spend them foolishly
I will use them wisely with intent
To create the world in which I intend to live...
Moonman
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