Life or Death in Every Word:The Power of the Tongue

There is power in the tongue.

We were taught to stay quiet. To bite our words. To keep the peace while chaos festered.
But silence never saved the innocent. It only made space for predators to thrive.

Lies were spoken like gospel.
Hate wore the mask of holiness.
And darkness? It learned to smile for the camera.

But truth has a sound. And it’s rising.

We speak life into the forgotten, the bruised, the buried.
We speak light into the corners they swore would never be seen.

We don’t whisper—we roar.
We don’t forget—we reveal.

We name names. We break the code of silence.
We call the devil out by his government name and refuse to flinch.

This is not rage—it’s righteousness.
Not vengeance—it's vindication.

We bury the lies they built empires on.
We expose the sinister core they tried to shield with religion, with reputation, with fear.

And in the ashes of illusion, we plant truth.
Unapologetic. Undeniable. Unstoppable.

This is the power of the tongue.
This is divine justice with a voice.

Speak life.
Bury lies.
Expose the sinister core.