How important are words
So much so that using it can turn
Devils into gods and gods into devil
A good soul now in darkness churn
I, a man of, not, few but no words
Lie defenseless against constant barrage
Of words and speech that fester and rot
And a good man now is akin to anger and rage
I quietly pray for guidance and miracles
I pray for a life boat to keep me afloat
In this unending ocean of insanity
A Storm of my misfortune gloats
But I am also of stubborn clay made
I too have speech even if unused
It’s time to remake gods and devils
It’s time for my soul and darkness to unfuse

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