The tongue of men
Is but like death
a wickedness of the earth
Enough dagger I thought was ones tongue
now I realise that the tongue
Of mere men are full of funerals
A place darkness lives
I soon found a shield
a method that could not make me yield
Shut your ears and shut it some more
Use your tongue, use it above theirs.
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