How easy a path of Peace to me
Spurn the spear and turn the cheek
But woe to see the arsenal fly
With spiteful word and hating eye

So back to ponder what I begot
Before the harm of chaotic thought
When anger rose and I forgot
Peace aside and vengeance bought

Now consider this a insiders look
On what must be laid down, nay, forsook
For while the hand may hold its harm
The thoughts speak out with loud alarm

So pay the heady tongue attention
To the things that I have mentioned
And next you feel your anger rise
Stay the thought of your demise

Evi


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Solis, in the year 567 AD.