Bridle thy fiery tongue
For it is poison to the soul,
And, it’s venom
Courses through shadowed veins.
And so too,
This unruly member
Is a great boaster of iniquity,
For Man’s innocence;
His perfect light,
Is darkened by offences
Spilled forth by word.
5-21-06
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