The Purpose.

There is something in the words. Something that changes minds, That can unite different kinds. Something that creates gods. There is knowledge in the words. Knowledge that makes them an unstoppable devise, Only if they are used by the wise. For the mass decides not to grasp, The power comparable to a thousand of wasps. There is power in the words. The power to destroy, The power to spread joy. A power given to the tongue, Comparable to a nuclear bomb. There is a purpose in the words. A purpose that I understood early on, For when the words were exposed to me, I was to young to know. It was until I took the pencil and wrote, That I was able to see. To see the purpose. I write, because I discovered the importance of words. I write, because I found that everything that you see, Everything that you know, Started with an idea. And for that idea to grow, It was necessary to put it in words. I write, because there is knowledge in the words. Because there is power in the words. Because there is a purpose in the words. I write, because I could understand, That even God, Started everything with a word.