Weapons Of Mass Destruction
The weapons of mass destruction, is in the hearts of men,
living in the darkness, festering up our sin.
When hate, hurt, and anger, are the stressors of our day,
when our hearts are disturbed, the world is gonna pay.
All these things are boiling, stirring in the heart,
the weapons of mass destruction, about to do it’s part.
Anger, hatred, and revenge, begins to take it’s form,
arising up inside us, is a very toxic storm.
The power of our words, the weights that they bare,
weapons of mass destruction, now flying in the air.
There is power of life and death, in our tongues you see,
with weapons of mass destruction, we destroy both you and me.
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