Words hold …
Weight
Power
Dictatorship
Emotion
Words hold the strength to ride upon the fiercely thrashing breaths of life.
As such they reign over the in-credible aspects of life that your conscious can take credit for.
Creating laws that your soul abides to unconditionally.
Laws that paint your mind as a revolutionary that needs to be  imprisoned. Intrusive thoughts can be charged with breaking and entering as well as intrusion.
A person’s entirety can be measured in about three words
I am alive
And
I will die.
Examples to mention a few. People have said that words are daggers.
However they could be shields. Guns. Flowers. Fire ice. Literally painful. Figuratively peaceful. Words could be hell. Words could be heaven.
They could be the insurmountable link connecting you, inseparably, to the person that your very soul belongs to.
They could be the embers that fall gracefully upon the dry leaves nested, inseparably, on the bridge burnt.
In different ways, shapes and notes…words distort space and time.
Words working for the ministry of Anxiety can reduce a room to nothing more than a skin suit with a vague promise of a chrome shaded window.
Words under employment in The Department of National Anger, turn seconds into islands spread across planets where each second is taken for granted as your anger festers and flourishes where planted
It's never taken a second for revolution to conquer.
Words weaponized wisely would win wars.