I gather enough sin to dissipate with time,
Time shows no reason to speak to me;
I gather you sinfully deceive me with deeds,
But words aptly discover the world within.
I am a giver of weapons to the intellect,
You must repent and be just to the young,
I have so many words to be united
With the prolonged words of suddenness.
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