Words be humble

words be hum­ble, words be quick, words be waving wal­king sticks, floa­ting fea­thers on my skin, beware of wea­t­hers made of sin, gather round you crazy fools, haun­ted by a thousand ghouls, all of you will soon be quen­ched, no more shall be hat­red dren­ched, oh good god, stay by our side, che­rish our fra­gile eggshell pride.