"Just Words" That tongue is a loaded gun. Point and fire away. Take aim and let the flame of what you have to say make them pay. Let its heat radiate with the power, let it shower down in diatribes to be idolized, soliloquize until you’ve civilized the madmen raving in the street. Defeat? You ain’t beat until they’ve knitted your lips shut with barbed wire. Till they’ve broken every little finger so you can’t take up a pen. And then? You still have your feet. The Tower of Babble was a catalyst. It was the wakening of every activist with a sign and a grudge, every antagonist with slander and a bottle of poison. We didn’t reach heaven with bricks. We didn’t cross Styx with a bridge. We made angels tremble with our clamor. We wove a glamor to enamor Narcissus through our lips. From our mouths drips a venom that makes snakes quake, we raise bedlam that breaks foundations of nations and echoes throughout generations. We conceived Salem by hissing through our teeth. This is a sword you can’t sheath. They writhe underneath every half-assed grave, craved by the cowardly and taken up by the brave. They’ve been the liberators of slaves and the tools of the depraved, they’ve been the thing by which we are saved and the roller that paves over our fallen State. Don’t hesitate. Emulate the voices of the dead which you admire, Emanate this force until you are a spire, climb higher, never tire, let it course through your veins and release the reins and strain against every effort to bring you back down again. You’ve got words, baby. When the world tries to bring you to your knees? Say, bitch, please.