The Grudge
Bubbling mouth everyday
Like an old maid out of reason
Bearing false words in every way
Like a holy tongue out of season
Going to church four times a week
Trying to work for their salvation
But everytime their tongues speak
Nothing but vilification
Better far not preach your faith
If by your tongue you defame
For you don't know the turns of fate
All the days are not the same
August 27, 2023
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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