Like rain it makes them grow, just simple feelings to torrents.
Like a small breeze, brushing on the surface, they change the calm emotional ocean into a death trap for the poor thinker.
Like a match stick, lit to a can of perfume, the stink of ****** smell raises as it brought to a thunderous explosion.
The ravernous bear, calmed, the harmless cat made a killer, all by simple them
They can't be touched, no evidence seen, only aftermath, a horrid trail of destruction,
Of mountains trampled, of volcanoes quenched, of seas dried, and of desers made gardens,
all due to syllables joined together, words
Words have it all
