Words are the fiercest weapon.
They tear and wound and leave no trace.
And vanquish those who do not know…
They were the target in the first place.

But the deliverer of this syllable attack
Is the one who suffers most.
The deadly drip from a poisoned pen
Will likely **** its host.
For hate does grow…not fast or slow…but steady like a breath.
The septic end of a ****** pen
Will nick your soul to death.