Spattering words, a nothingness pushed forth,
rang in my ears and flew out the door,
all that’s left is the droning of sound,
from mouths speaking nothing
but words spewed aground.
You want me to listen,
so get your facts straight,
instead of pure nothing
filled with all hate.
God’s gentle nudging grew words from your lips,
and sang to my heart, then to my finger tips,
now life is filled with meaning profound,
from mouths sprinkling something
so rich with sweet sound.
You want me to listen,
you got your facts straight,
instead of pure nothing,
you weren’t filled with hate.
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