Weapon

by Tiffany   Aug 20, 2005


Drawing blood with every slash
More pain with every slash
The weapon of choice is not what you think

It causes more harm than any blade or gun
It has power over you’re and you can never run

Countries fall at it’s worst blow
Hearts are shattered, minds are blown
Relationships turn spiteful when the blood flows

Words are more powerful than any blade or gun
You hear them no matter how far you run
They’ll play in your mind for all of time
Using them to hurt should be crime

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