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There was never anything
true or righteous
about words.
Letters put together,
words joined into a sentence
to provoke interest,
emotion at best.
So easily manipulated,
so easily erased.
They thought
they were sharing and healing,
creating a sanctuary for the few.
They thought the world
could be mended,
and demons
locked away for good.
No voice,
only murmur
covered by the noise.
No salvation,
just silent screams
of broken souls.
They searched for hope
when nothingness
was the only thing
left standing.
They prayed for a miracle
when faith
was a needle
in the haystack
of memories.
And yet,
they were the only ones
left standing
when writing became
a lost trade of the past,
and was done
by AI using Copy and Paste.
Poetry was a crime
punished by death,
and yet
blood got spilled
every day.
They weren’t just words,
now vanishing in flames,
it was humanity lost
deprived of its voice.
There was never anything
true or righteous
about words
but they remained
the only thing
that made hearts bleed
and sing.
~ Iva