1 Quick, God, I need your helping hand! The last decent person just went down, All the friends I depended on gone.
2 Lies slide off their oily lips. They doubletalk with forked tongues.
3 The braggart tongues from their mouths!
4 Our lips manage the world."
5 Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: "I've had enough; I'm on my way To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched."
6 Pure silver words refined seven times In the fires of his word-kiln, Pure on earth as well as in heaven.
7 From the wicked who stalk us with lies,
8 For their wonderful lies.
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