I have a wide variety of weapons in my arsenal
But the most deadly weapon I have can’t be traced
It can be disastrous to the mind and soul
Words
I’ve used so many rounds of these words
I could have caused genocide by now
I’ve yet to put them on safety
I know there have been habitual casualties
Words
These words seem to bounce off some of the strongest
So I put in another cartridge and give it another go
Eventually these words pierce the skin and sink to the soul
Leaving a somber echo of my malignant
Words

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