One Word

At one with the word
But not beyond the absurd

With a single thought
Misconception is naught

The message is simple and direct
Precise enough to know the effect

So much more could be said
But then the message could be misread

Determined to have the ultimate impact
Controlling how all others will react

One simple, lone word
Its intent to not be deferred

Its reaction intended to predict
The message that it will inflict

No explanation needs to follow
All who have seen they will know

Miraculously, it doesn’t have to be said
Just look at the corpse and see that it is dead

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