A little trickle... a little drip... the stream runs down, and strikes the soul. The blow will not be light, for hatred is always heavy handed. Warring words call forth irreversable actions, often regretted later on. The world is not worth speaking in. Words cause sparks, sparks bring fists forth, and then, one way or another, somebody will fall. They will not rise back up. I'd rather be mute. It'd be a much more peaceful life. I declare this world... aimless, pointless, useless, worthless, and doomed. Goodbye, just another word, meaningless, overused... and so easily understood. Yet another warrior fell today, why do we keep going like this? Too many tears, too many lives stolen away. Mute yourself. Fight back with peace, for if you don't, it will never exist. Let it be known that I am just another foot soldier in this fight to stop the world from collapsing.