Ether. Chapter One. Verse 34.
Words are nails I use to hammer
Meaning into shape, not yammer.
But I know they’re many who
Confound words without a clue.
Save me, Lord, from all who twist
Words of peace into a fist!
Help me so the filthy terms
Of men don’t grab me like vile germs.
All double-talking speakers should
Nailed in boxes of hardwood!
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