The sounds never stop!
The whispers trickle in your ear like the rain to astream
Theyre heard all around
The gossip engulfs everyting like quick sand
The tong is the rout to all evil,
But our speech is still not suprssed.
One miss spokn ord turns in astream of rumors
Tarnishing he best of repuations,
Stainig the purest heart.
Words sto at oting to brake peopl apart,
Torturing you with half-truthes mixed with lies.
And still the counds ever stop!
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