The Linguist
The long glade rolls the lingering tongue a licking fire who can tame it the talk of the town fame the gossip of the new birth speaking on a speculating specter do you see what I am saying as words quiz by your head glossing over to see fiery darts substances of thing not see on edifying myself not alone the Word quenching the enemy the promise kept older than the sandy grit perfect before and not of the same karma He uttered Light gave rise it was so there is only One who shears the shrewd driving out the wicked tongue in life or death no more babel they heard the wonderful works of God
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