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? wether wet or wearing shoes I can light your way back to the path that holds the soul your are and chose 
Put the fire out in your heart and the words will spell the intended god given life until heavenly  art 
          U  US  ALL  UNITED SWEET NEVER TART  the message from god right from the start . 
  God bless all and may Christ be 
your salvation with  the choices he and you deed and arc the future of wants until less than no needs .