A soft beckoning cry.
A dormant destructive force.
Is now, no more.
Its strength and courage, diminished by a single word.
Its feelings and emotions, destroyed in one swift blow.
Where does this destructive force lay? you say.
It lays beneath the skin and bones,
beneath the muscles and blood.
It lays within you and I.
Waiting for the click of a switch,
a button to be pressed.
To unleash its lost cause.