Babbling Words

Babbling Words short poem

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Though words are cheap,
and often said,
By the tongue of fools,
some are lead.

In the darkness of night,
they lay await,
To guide the weak,
to their fate.

When they gain,
their victims trust,
Then they cause,
their hearts to lust.

Becoming so blind,
from within,
Their souls are filled,
with ungodly sin.

By babbling words,
they are lead,
By the tongues of fools,
they are fed!

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I'm a very private person who spends a lot of time alone. I meditate on answers to a lot of life's trials and tribulations in life. I am a libra and I believe in true honest justice that balances out equally! I write poetry to help myself and others to see both sides of the coin at the same time- I have wrote poetry since I was 13-been writing almost 39 years now and just started putting it out for others about 2 months ago-
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@ james_porter, lust is often stirred up by words of a babbling fool that entices the unwary into sin. In times of weakness, hearts may succumb easily, and in the night, blinded, and gypped by tongues of fools. You have painted well a seeming scenario of seduction, if not mere deception.

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Thank you! I can write them but I find it hard to comment on my own works! I leave that to the reader openly! Thank you

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