Words hurt

The devils real horns are the demons and the tunes they blow

Spirit or alive speaking truth but more lies amplifies the message of death from below

But death all around is deaths row

where there’s nothing left and no where else to go just the notion of an event that came and died like the winters snow

When the toll sounds and the evil horn blows it’s the angels that block your ears and ring so your mind doesn’t hear evil therefore never knows

Words are the greatest responsibility man has ever been entrusted with

they pierce they break or they grow and welcome reason to celebrate

Negative or positive change

making stands that last while sticks and stones vibrate the pain that makes us strong lessons learned come and past

Teach us the things we see that hurt while we are blind to the true pain behind purposed words

A word can inspire an imagination that allows in truth and angels

A word can prick like a sin cursed

to spindle less magic and in reverse

Technically the affect of a compliment waves infectiously so that means our words carry on genetically

We are born creators with a brush that speaks

It frames and paints not only the lead for our future feats but the colors that don’t bleed for our future seeds

History we cannot write over but the present can be that crying final release blind shoulder

Attention given to the power of words spoken thought or written

is progress for a future that’s not fate but chosen within

We reflect what we speak like sugar or fat when we are what we eat or put up or down like that

Remember every time you open your mouth to speak it can be one of two things

A small step for mankind or to the moon for the receiving eyes and a giant leap

You have a voice it’s the Christ of your every thought and sense before it becomes choice

That’s the heart and soul god gave us all but the spirit is the laybor or the toll

So speak up and let your spirit soar before it gets old

before it’s to dense like sticks and stones while words are the true sins we own

A question asked is a question with one answer but only in the right song for the right dancer

I’m a man so truth is do I know the way to a woman’s soul and that’s one answer that changes for none stays the same for all

The soul is the spirit halls until you built into spirit tall or spirit walls

So yes I do know the footprints