The Sword

 



The sword of Truth, which is the Word,

cuts at your mind with words you never heard.

It cuts so deep, your thoughts will bleed

With thoughts you never thought you'd need

The sword cuts into shackles and cells

Brings light and hope to living hells

It cuts deep into prisons of mind

Shines the light of truth for you to find

It cuts into the Devil's wicked hate

And slices fear's great hold on fate

The sword cuts death like food on your plate

With it, great worlds he will liberate

The darkest stance stands no chance

He cuts bad ideas into dust

He deals his vengeance almost like a dance

His sword of words knows no blunt or rust

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