There is a word
Its bonds fast secured
Upon the minds of generations of the human race
Quick to the coward's lips
Instill fear of punishment
Upon the minds of generations of the human race
Examine these contrary ways
If by reason you are swayed
Lay your banner ‘pon the ground before the human race
In soaring exultation we embrace the most sublime expression
Scratch of ink on paper
Poetry, ring aloud!
We grasp the potency of our tongue and we are standard bearers
For the width and depth of language in the world
Show us the man who in the depth of soul does not
Hold a reverence for clarity and truth
Yet those behind the podia in our faces shove
Fairy tales of beings undefined above
Vague notions spat from lips of power
Approach the word that is the foulest of them all
“God” is the worst word
As language devotes its attention to the truth
We stand guard against those who would use it for abuse
“God” is the worst word
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