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Of Words, Will, and Power

Our generations

But beware the light of this world 'tis war

These seasons of conflict which we resolve within our

Minds and with each other

Blend, as seasons do as from winter to spring

Words will empower, your reasoning

But beware the light of this world 'tis war

As an artist of the temperate

Words are hesitantly sketched before me

In the preparation of foundation and structure

Our words will empower, our reasoning

But beware the light of this world 'tis war

A lone language is scattered and splashed

Indiscriminate like paint in the hands of a child

And with the seasons, as they pass me by,

I blend myself over bodies and minds