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Oh Balm of Gilead Where are you? My tongue is swollen from misuse If it bled or decreased every time it betrayed me I would no longer possess one Vows of silence broken so suddenly me thinks it has a mind of it's own To break promises carved in stone and stained with blood from the sacred living heart Why can you not hush? Must you waggle so? Have you not learned that you are the cause of so much pain and misery? Obviously not and the lips, the lungs they are your cohorts Relishing in the the noise they help you make Rejoicing in it, whatever the consequence of such idiocy proclaimed as if the whole universe was created to hear your donkey braying Silence is more valuable, more poignant than all the treasures of heaven If only the Balm would stick.
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
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Oh Balm of Gilead Where are you? My tongue is swollen from misuse If it bled or decreased every time it betrayed me I would no longer possess one Vows of silence broken so suddenly me thinks it has a mind of it's own To break promises carved in stone and stained with blood from the sacred living heart Why can you not hush? Must you waggle so? Have you not learned that you are the cause of so much pain and misery? Obviously not and the lips, the lungs they are your cohorts Relishing in the the noise they help you make Rejoicing in it, whatever the consequence of such idiocy proclaimed as if the whole universe was created to hear your donkey braying Silence is more valuable, more poignant than all the treasures of heaven If only the Balm would stick.
RMRW 2007
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
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