Cast the first stone

We two had stones
Ready to cast 
Sharp tongues yearning 
To reap flesh 
Words eagerly anticipating
Being  unleashed
Like lightening
Slicing skies
During thunderstorms
We were ready
To bellow out roars 
Moving tectonic plates
Out of place
Having the ground shake
Beneath our feet 
Ready to wage war
Part the airways 
With daggers 
Flung from hearts
Which refuse to see
Error signs
In front of them
Standing there 
Ready to cast first stone
Sin a foreign concept 
Which eluded us