Our world is war, war worded by the words, spoken by the inmate animate of the Inside You. Precept upon precept I tackle the guilt of war, molded in parts after parts, from the past I spoke war into flight with wings of wordsOur present is from the past, words you've spoken up, in your sad past; fly with word's wings to your future palaces, waiting for the presence of the Word Pilot, who piloted words on flight to war the future.Words can heal so...
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