I didn't mean the words I said!
I swear the thought to mind my words slipped from my head!
My tongue was sharpened to an edge,
Poised to pierce, and so it did.
For nothing helps, when blood does boil,
To calm the ire, and end the quarrel.
No panacea have I found,
within myself or here around,
no consequence is taken heed.
to help me stay this wicked need,
And though my sins arent mine alone
I have no strength to cast more stones.
I've put a noose around my tongue
And from it you shall find me hung.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
I didn't mean the words I said!
I swear the thought to mind my words slipped from my head!
My tongue was sharpened to an edge,
Poised to pierce, and so it did.
For nothing helps, when blood does boil,
To calm the ire, and end the quarrel.
No panacea have I found,
within myself or here around,
no consequence is taken heed.
to help me stay this wicked need,
And though my sins arent mine alone
I have no strength to cast more stones.
I've put a noose around my tongue
And from it you shall find me hung.
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