Sinning through the mouth
You prostitute yourselves in your language
Never giving enough heart to what you say
So I am relaying my tone
In dispute of yours
The quieter it is
The better I see you
So leave your mouth closed
And it will heap in what’s enclosed
Truly parallel is my way of thinking
To the one that delivered you from sinning.
Offering his hand to you and you reject him
How might he help you now that you are mute?
Some words are best kept inside
Unless you want to get gout.