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Life: I fear the power you wield with only words.
Death: Only words?
Death: I have never known any spoken nor written phrase to be merely words. Sharp as polished knives or dull as soft blades of grass.
Death: Words have power.
Life: You're right
Life: So then, I guess...
Life: I fear the power you wield with words of mortal ruin. Of desolation. Of folly.
Life: Hubris.
Death: And in turn, shall i fear you for your quick wit?
Death: For your need to pick apart my every utterance.
Death: To search deep for misguided meanings?
Death: A feeble thread, Lightly linking life to love, Or love to hate.
Death: A glimpse into thoughts never spoken?
Life: Hubris, indeed
Life: Are you not death?
Life: Am i not life?
Life: This limbo we both seek cannot extend beyond the query of an overactive mind
Death: It may be hubris.
Death: Damning to even try.
Life: But ignorance is a sin of its own making
Life: You are an ugly truth
Life: And I the pretty lie
Hubris.
