With Your Idle Chatter
With your idle chatter
You’ve awoken a matter
That could a family scatter…
With your idle chatter,
A warring metal’s clatter
Dared to a unity batter…
Satan pays pro rata
For wrought mischief and idle chatter,
At times tipping the latter:
Let me see you become fatter
With your satanic idle chatter!
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