Words were born as simple sounds
That outlined pictures in the air
Before they grew up to become epics
Back in the day only the gods
Had words often the same
Word endlessly repeated
While we mute animals
Could only listen to their babble
What a human is to a horse
An angel tries to teach a name
But if you give us speech we said
You'll take away our innocence and passion
But the words wouldn't listen
As they fell into our mouths
And words became the flesh of gods
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