Double-edge sword
The wielder determines its fate
A fool without blinking would swish and
Flick
Pause, employ the old man upstairs, reflect
And then strike
Irreversible irreparable catastrophe lays
Waste behind it
Choose wisely, for life and death stares
Its power can be consuming
Consume it therefore
Idle chatter would be a harbinger of doom
A blessing today
A curse tomorrow
Speak true, right wrong, follow the King
Black remains black
White retains its shade
May it not be said
That it was yours that blazed the unholy
Refrain from swishing at cloths not cut out
For you
What you see, may be a mirage
Seek first to understand and then be
Understood
A haughty spirit ends up in the ashes with
Embers
A pair of ears, a single pout
Creation for a reason
A word to the wise, goes through the ears
And stays there…
Oh ye fool, LISTEN…