The Words of Whom
Fools don't say The Words on their mind
Cowards won't wait for perfection of Time
The bravest speak out without any wine
While the wisest will know that The Words are our Light.
The foulest will never take wing to their Flight Consciousless, blinding these lines from their Eyes
Transmuting their lives to manifest Lies.
No silent Truth in minds whom alight
Relinquished The Words of the doers that died.
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