Sunday, August 31, 2025

The Sword

The path of peace does not come without conflict;

We must face our fears


As well as other people


To reach them, as well as ourselves


Armed with the most brilliant weapon — 


Our hearts reflected


With it, we must cut through the fog


And let light shine through


We must bear the sword responsibly —


For it can both build and ruin,


And acknowledge that sometimes, 


We must destroy before we can create


The dilemma of using our words wisely;


The choice is yours to make

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