Woe, woah, woe

Whoa, slow down!
Demons abound.
From your mouth arisen
An army of pure poison.

Whoa, stop and think!!
Your words are armor's chink.
Take care what you speak,
Your words make you weak

Are you manifesting pain
In your circle, your domain?
Speak again and look around!
What you've called, you have found.

Knowing words are a weapon,
Weild with keen precision.
Call again, now with purpose,
And angels will rise to the surface.