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My hedge is up against the muttering madness. What's muttering madness? It's not me and it's not a what! It’s a them. The Utterers. The mutter of utters. All the, “it matters not”, of others who had once called me, Friend. what? Not likely, as I fall into my hedge. My hedge rebukes the flaming arrows from The poisonous slings of those, who would have me dash my foot against a rock. Sharp and jagged those rocks tear the gospel of peace, that have encased my feet. My once loyal, armor bearers have turned, Like worms into serpents, that now smite and bite me. I have to learn...
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