I know plenty tongues that utter
It shall die at the gate
It shall swim away like a leaf on stream water
So they say let go now before its too late
They cry it's a pseudo of what it seems
And she kiss happily a deceitful tongue
Anon, her mouth shall wail and scream
Yet her eyes soaked in tears of wrong
The pain, her heart would not contain
The damage shall reach her marrow
Thus her wholesomeness shall wane
All they utter, an imminent sorrow
Eh! Tongue of the world
I trample over your utterance
I'll slay you half sans a war
Neath the auspices of Lord's ordinance
Nearer, let me whisper to your ear
So you can proclaim to your clan
That gate, it flew over there
And it shall live a limitless span
Await, you shall learn and tell
That the aspect of the morrow,
Not for the mortals to see nor foretell
Sooner, you shall be put to sorrow
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