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When Words Die

Silence is a testament of death,
Of weakness, of wisdom, tough death.

When words die, they grow,
For words are seeds of silence, they live off death.

When a slave speak back to his master,
His hands muff death.

Blessed is the silence of a fool in the presence of a king,
His head will cuff death

Words are bullets,
From the mouths of men who snuff death.

Tochi