Mischief, devised with a deceitful tongue.
Cut like a razor:
They had a good run.
But lies could never defeat the truth.
\"What\'s this rotten fruit? Cut the branches from the vine, then into the furnace.
The vengeance is mine.\"
Light will the dark expose,
Wow to the inhabitants,
May the windows not close.
It\'s heaping up,
Here comes the wall,
Evil powers,
Leading the fall.
\"What a misery.\" My wife would say.
But to not blow the trumpet?
That\'s not myway.