"weapons"
"Weapons; instruments of hurt
Stones and sticks
Fists and feet
Swords and lances
Rifles and missiles
But the cruelist weapon
of all...
Are words
Wounds on the insides
Not visible from without
Except in the tears they bring
The despair they birth
The dreams they shatter
The illusions they expose
The bleeding heart festers
Eyes closed to hope
Tears shed in dark nights....
Alone...
Words- the ultimate weapon-
Hear those words...
Before you speak them
Measure the pain
to be inflicted
before the utterance
Creates the wound
A wound hard to heal
Where time can not help
Speak these words
in great caution
Make sure the deeds
Warrent the wound
The demon unleased
Will last far longer
Than you reason for its use."
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