Oh, do not mistake
The bitten tongue for a silenced voice
The grit teeth for acceptance
I hear your words and see your works
They are dripping with gore you will not see
Your mouth is full of twisted vættir
There are many ways to break
The body, the mind, the spirit
For civility's sake I spare your ears, but these are mine
If only courtesy had been your gift
Barring that, then blessed silence
With your fool's mouth you have called wrath
Thurisaz, the thorns split skin and tongue
Kenaz, the mind is full of fire and fetters
Ansuz, the mouth of God shuts and shuns your spirit
Until your hugr knows the pain you have caused
This is your doom
Set by your own mouth, hand, and heart
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