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I hear the foul whispers of death. Tis rooted sorrow I'm shown. I am on tis earthly world accounting dangerous folly. Thy blood and to see this is nothing. Horror my tongue nor my heart cannot conceive nor name,for I have seen it many a times. Foul,death,sorrow,dangerous,horror and blood. Tis strange manner we chose to life by. Often we chose not to see nor feel. Oftentimes we hear the devil speak but for he cannot speak true. We can only but fear thy nature of that false truth he speaks for it lead to foul sorrow,dangerous death, bloody horror we face until death calls to us.