Quiet as the creativity in your soul
Not me
For this creators tongue cannot be bound
Your power is unwound
For not one can quieten me
The price you’ll pay for such charms
You owe me
Here’s the fee
To lose your voice in all things
No ability to cry
Unheard by all
That’s how you’ll fall
Fool
Never oust another’s spirit
I undo your spell
Here I’ll clear it
Never to be quieten again
Not by women or men
I shall write and take a pen
For with each curse you throw
I am born again!
Amen
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