In the way of our world
Words have a weight
In the way of this world
Knives have a weight
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When we feel threatened
We reach for words
To we brandish as knives
In the face of our enemies
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When we feel threatened
We reach for our knives
Which we use to express the feelings
In the face of those who do not speak
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In ancient eras
We followed the sword from which protection spilled like death
Which spills from the force of the wolves
For without it, our bodies would perish into the earth
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In modern eras,
We follow the pens from which worthwhile words spill like liquor
Which falls from the forces of silver tongues
For without it, our souls would perish into oblivion
