Words can heal,
Words can steal,
in all the truth,
that words reveal.

Words bring tears,
and often jeers,
but for all,
they make way clear.

For all the loss,
the words of frost,
for each cocoon,
becomes a moth.

Words of crime,
make up our minds,
we try harder,
every time.

Played as fools,
words as tools,
creeping stealing,
souls as jewels.

Words a game?
Check your aim,
think too much,
you go insane...

A roaring tide,
splits the sides,
in cooperation,
words survive.

Unlocked from safe,
of highest place,
the hatred ran,
and words gave chase.

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