I cannot alone cut off
my own other arm,
I am not able
The Lord makes & separates
brothing my bones
dirtmouthed and wrong
to snare the living word
Wrath shreeves the sweetcain
Strong hands reap from rough,
difference the inquisitor of truth,
scrintan the bold head of man
Plumbwire bounding
fights distill an owned smell
Brother is the wet rope tight,
bite caught in link of chain
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