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.