The black words took me like a cave, and I spiraled down faster and faster, trying with every turn to catch my breath, but to no avail. How could words have such power, how could words be at times a home away from home, filled with comfort and light, but now be this black room that spanned me into an abyss far greater than any strength of mine?
I looked down. I think I fainted, for the next thing I remember is the Word of God enveloping me within its pages with its strong arms and rocking me back and forth in a room bright and light.
“Be careful what you say,” I heard Him say, “for life or death will be within your very words.”
What lives within, my friend?

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