The gift of words has decayed
I drove through the wreckage
The words hung melted
Oppression shadowed each letter
The lakes bubbled with laughter
Damned phrases drunk vodka
They whored themselves out cheaply
Knowing their own meaning
Their existence brutal
We use them without thought
Without feeling
They produce double homicide
One thought would save a life
One meaningful letter could turn the tide
The greatest sin is abusing words
