Words are the sword of the world
Drawn the world writhes in pain
Sheathed joy blossoms
The tongue sharp as the sword
Reels words that scathe
Or words that sooth
And in every word hidden
The tongue unveils and a positive word
Becomes a negative word
And the tongue makes or mar friendship.
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