How men can waste their lives in slander rife!
And gloat when peers are scourged by false rumors;
And false statements that magnify their strife,
All fabricated, out of spite for hours.
Their magic potions work like poison but
Can never lethal be to honest souls;
For God arranges their plans evil shut,
Exposing their dishonest methods, roles.
Pity the man, who speaks horrendous lies,
Whose heart is full of malice for others;
For in a moment he is cut to size,
And cast to earth most awfully, brothers!
Test not the patience of the Maker, Lord;
But learn to live as per His every word.
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