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