Blood drips down the spine of the unknowing victim.
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Tongue like steel plunges deep into the spirit,
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piercing more than just feelings, severing the ties of brotherhood.
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Thought shot from the hip inflicts a mortal wound.
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Festering contempt now burns darkly in the mind of the inflicted.
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Clumsily worded, insincere apologies try to suture the wounds of the tongue,
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motivated by self-concern rather than remorse.
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Nonchalant disregard for the implications of destructive comments fuels the corrosion of social unity.
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Smile in their presence, slander in their absence.
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Cut the flesh from their bones as their backs are turned.
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Years of bitter tears can flow from a split second comment.
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Words can never wash away the wounds of the tongue.
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Only love and remorse can heal the spirit
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Wounds Of The Tongue
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Aletheian |