I want my words to be like saints
folded hands in prayer
eyes to the sky, seemingly all seeing
in reality twinkling in naive blindness
that's what I want
What I got is a set of demons
some of them teasing, just like pixies
others more like serial killers
they even love to kill for lust
that's what I got
The goodness of this world dies in words
stabbed through the heart it succumbs
a verb or a noun did the deed
so it does when it's revived by words
to love is love, both verb and noun
this double-word saves souls, or stabs them
I bid it welcome in my private vocabulary
sadly enough, I must fear for its safety
the welcome by my words is grinning demons faces
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