Kindness A Universal Tongue
In the void where silence reigns, kindness is a sly, unspoken game,
It’s the language of the damned and blessed, a touch without a name.A nod, a smile, a careless glance, can shatter walls and mend the broken
In the hush of troubled hearts, kindness is a tongue unspoken.
Speak it fluently, they’ll say, in the darkened alleys of despair,
Where monsters hide and demons play, kindness slices through the air.It’s the breath between the screams, the quiet during midnight’s fall
In the corridors of chaos, kindness answers every call.
A whispered word, a simple jest, can turn the tide of raging storms,
With kindness as the subtle guest, transforming grief to new norms.Where shadows dance on graves unknown, and hope is just a fading flame
Kindness sows a softer tone, and the heart, no longer, is the same.
Even the wicked hear its call, amidst the horrors, dark and deep,
It’s the chisel to the granite wall, the warmth beneath the coldest sleep.In the depths where demons brood, and humanity seems lost in shame
Kindness cracks the toughened mood, and ignites the flicker of a flame.
From the rotting roots of sorrow’s tree, to the ashes of forgotten plight,
Kindness rises, wild and free, an ever-persistent guiding light.It molds the broken, shapes the scarred, and sets the lost on paths anew
In the wreckage and the shards, kindness crafts a healing view.
With every touch, with every word, the silent language of the kind,
Kindness echoes, undeterred, through the corridors of the mind.In the language of the damned and blessed, it’s the whisper in the wind
Kindness stands the final test, and the heart it seeks to mend.
So speak it loud, in shadows cast, where others might fear to tread,
Kindness is the to the past, to the dreams where angels fear to spread.In every tear and every scar, in the places lost to fate’s cruel jest
Kindness is the guiding star, the language that outshines the rest.