Words.
Words are more,
Than marks on a paper,
And scratches on the wall.
They are the foundations of faith,
And the conerstones of conviction.
They are the boundless sea,
On which scholars cast their lines.
The embrace the mind,
And render the heart,
Free.
They picture and they protect,
The mind's great assumptions,
Words are my weapons.
And with them,
I conquer.
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