What hast thou there
unwitted one
who doth not seem to care
For with thy mouth thou
pourest forth
thy venom unaware
For bitter drink hast
filled thy soul
which flows from deep
within
and brings about the
damaged kind
destroyed by thy great sin
Thy words reveal thy
wicked soul
by carnage thou hast laid
with every cutting mark
which thou
so skillfully hath made
And victims pale silent
retreat
whose souls thou markest
well
who take with them thy
wicked words
the damages from hell
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