Words will always retain their power.
Words are for the means to meaning,
And for those who will listen;
The enunciation of truth.
Once spoken they’re said.
Words will never die,
For behind our words is an idea.
An idea of a possibility.
To transpire or sometimes not.
This notion shall never cease.
We cannot **** ideas,
And so we cannot **** the words with which to convey them.
Words are the tools by which we can use,
The most powerful weapon known to man;
The blade of truth,
Effortlessly cutting through a world of lies.
A brush of reality,
To effortlessly paint over a world of falsehood,
And so discerning the truth as truth and lies as lies.
A scale of lies and a scale of truth.
From the darkest of black to the brightest of white,
But words will never change their colours.
Words will always retain their power.