Lethal Weapon
Love: It dies, it grows, it multiplies, it woes
It instills fear, it is the ultimate protection, it is a lethal weapon
It builds hope
It helps cope
It shares light
It brings sight
Yet if love was misguided, lost, or forgotten,
It is only known as our lethal weapon
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