How Words Decide Our Final Existence

The pen is mightier than the sword, but our power of speech comes from The Lord W.O.R.D.S = S.W.O.R.D. Words are my existence, they take me to where I need to go carefully chosen, because from my heart they must surely flow wanting to express my inner self, requiring a very special tone hoping for an opportunity, to move those with hearts of stone Just how to break down those walls, and convince minds so secure that to reach the truth of a matter, preconceptions they must ignore a reality exists, yet unforeseen, and by closing your eyes you will see how this beautiful world awaits, to be everything you want it to be My words are from another world, a hidden part of me from down inside this key that I hold is mine to share, or maybe choosing never to confide bringing you to my inner world, poses a risk that I might be willing to take sometimes overcome by fear, causes me to hesitate, lest it be a mistake Preferring to maintain my anonymity, I keep a safe distance and out of site residing at a humble station in this world, my heart yearns to remain contrite the breath of life that G-d has given me, a power to freely speak these words yet I know that all that I speak is captured, returning to G-d as a flock of birds As words are weighed and investigated, indicating how we spent our existence nothing remains hidden before our Creator, in whose hands rests any deliverance whether gaining passage to eternal light, or leading us to our ultimate retribution everything depends on the noble act of repentance, this the only viable solution How to repair the pain and tears having caused others, if we were only willing to pay since nothing stands in the way of a person's will, "where there's a will there's a way" the power of words is well known, some have used them to create, others to destroy but since we have been given free will, we’ll be judged by those we chose to employ As is clay in the hand of the sculptor, so too is the wonderous power given to create but so many are blind to this fact, only realizing what they lost after it's much too late words are our final destination, an eternal foundation we ourselves have forged below rewarded by a meticulous divine calculation, basking in the Almighty's heavenly glow