Its sweet, it’s a mocker, it’s a brawler
Its wrath is like a roaring lion
Wars that bound from sweet licker come from
Desires for pleasure.
You were rich, now you weep and howl for your
Miseries coming upon you
The licker is fire that burns the heart
For can a man walk on hot coal without his feet
Being scorched? that is sweet licker the aftermath.
It causes their tongue to mutter wicked things
And rely on empty arguments….
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