Language represents the greatest benevolence and the most depraved malevolence in known existence. It is the singular contrivance of authority, it deteriorates reality and imposes the fantastic on the majority. It divides the proletariat from the bourgeoisie - it absolutely exchanges the defining feature of two of same creature.

It constitutes friend, decrees foe, enjoins them in kinship after innumerable, bloody atrocities and blows. It inspires insurgency, incites revolution, it fabricates the mystery, defines the problem, then creates the solution.
Through adept rhyme, disentangling reason, it convicts most loyal patriot of insolent treason.

In cultures it occupies domains, traditions are lain and icons made sacred and maintained. That which once brought pleasure is made profane. In men it demonizes the saint and deifies the sin.

It bestows genius on the trifling, it condemns the enlightening.

And the rest is for history to perpetuate in the minds of educated fools that matriculate from colleges and schools. The words themselves don't perpetuate the sin - It's the timbre, cadence and rhythm that within that strike something deep within.

It is more pestilential than plague bubonic - it eclipses the annihilation of a thousand suns atomic. It inspires a million flowers to bloom to a thousand worlds it encompasses its doom.

Creation and destruction reside within a few, single, uttered phrases. Even eternity and infinity are constrained by its crazes.

I caution you, my friends guard your ears more than your eyes. The most insidious is not in what you see but in its lies.