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In OUR beginning was the Word As without it, nothing in our Reality-of-Words could exist. What is real is what we say. We communicate our thoughts with Words And because our thoughts are chaotic, So are the Words, And the disease of chaos Goes virulent and spreads amongst us. Word's handmaiden is the Lie. She clings to Word and is scarce Excised by even the sharpest Of scholarly, rhetorical scalpels. And even then, her seeds lie hidden in folds Of Wordly flesh, only to sprout again At the briefest moment of inattention. By The Word, innocents are put to death And scoundrels are set free Because we have put one hand On a book of ancient, shifting Words And have sworn that Lady Lie will not Be present in ours. So the Words spew out, prompted by The chaos of Memory — And precedent is established from chaos.