The Curse That Carries - Whence He Came

Man finds his future in compliments
Another in insults
Both beauty and brokenness waver on wording
The meek and the mighty
The both of them crumble at it's scourge
Still echoing carries it's curse
What's whispering that it would have you indulging in it's kiss
Ensnared and enchanted
Indefinite groaning
And the point of all you would say is what's piercing even you
As you're falling upon your sword
And it's curse
Sow your sayings sparingly
These hearts are fertile
Know that complacent lips may bleed thee
Render you regretful of your cast impressions
Through these
Your words
This is ripe
Your harvest is that of thorns
And you're constantly fashioning face from the fall of your foes