The word

A silent communicar
That audibly saith not
But eloquently speaketh of untold deeds
thou seeth it not when but spoken
No, thou heareth it
‘Oh, I see,’ you say in comprehension.
And written when it’s,
Thou heareth it not
But eloquently speak
To thee or of thine deeds
‘Oh, true its,’ you say in agreement


To the valley of guilty conscience it drives thee
Thine heart, to remorse it commits
Remorse so strong that judgment can not cure.
The word, oh the word,
Canes more than cane!
And more than any sword would, deep it cuts!
Every stone heart unto jelly melts
The word, oh the word!

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