Trial By Fire Pt2 (The Man With No Boat Meets the Judgers] (Remastered x2)

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a parable to note
 a man with no boat
should be reluctant to boast openly
but he can't help but promote, 
the evil done without boat, 
as he hides behind a language of 3.

so one by one the judgers come
to judge what should be done
the see what they see in the language of three and they hand out their findings in the language of we.

they filed in like the U.N. 
after viewing the evident 
as they'd become fluent
 in the language of three.

not just confession you see, to some horrible deeds, but took great delight in the way he would gloat

In the language they spoke
to the man with no boat
Ambiguously, to note their reproach

the guilty thought "how many more could there be?'  
How have they seen? how do they speak?
how did they read the language of three?

damned was he, right down to his teeth.
"he shall never have peace!" shouted a girl on the street.  in the language of we, then again in the language of three.

they looked at him disdainfully
some things can't be feigned, you see, 
and though usually tactful
 to the highest degree.   
The judgers couldn't help but agree
And he continued to lie, with a plank in his eye
He deserved not a souls sympathy.

The judgers then began
 condemning the man
 As the spoke quite skillfully... in the language of three. 
  
since you haven't a boat,
 for affixing this rope,  its use, now is left up to me."

joked the first of the  judgers to speak.

"you know i really had hope that I'd take up the rope, 
still plenty to choose from, i think you'll agree." 
said the second to talk, with a smile to mock  
I've got some clever ideas, of what to do with the dock...

a  scatter of laughter
 came rightly after
 the musings about penalty 
(In the language of three)
the guilty man's face froze then in fear, 
as now it was clear....
That many knew the language of three.
(They knew all about the language of three)

he knew it wasn't too hard to read
he gambled the task in the deed
would appeal to none, 
just for speaking with one?
who would learn a whole language of three?

then he scoffed inadvertently...
...thinking   "nobody learned it for me"

but there's error you see, in a language of three,
 in the end you could find yourself burned...
 If things unsaid can be heard....
 Languages of unsaids will be learned...

damned was he, 
right down to his teeth.
"he shall never have peace!" Yelled the mob on the street.  
in the language of we, 
Then again, in the language of three.

He squirmed in his seat,
He knew they could see
A monster was he 
He knew judgment would come
For the evil he'd done....
(He'd said it all in the language of three)
And nobody came to his aid...
 as he lay, in the bed he had made.

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a parable to note a man with no boat should be reluctant to boast openly but he can't help but promote, the evil done without boat, as he hides behind a language of 3. so one by one the judgers come to judge what should be done the see what they see in the language of three and they hand out their findings in the language of we. they filed in like the U.N. after viewing the evident as they'd become fluent in the language of three. not just confession you see, to some horrible deeds, but took great delight in the way he would gloat In the language they spoke to the man with no boat Ambiguously, to note their reproach the guilty thought "how many more could there be?' How have they seen? how do they speak? how did they read the language of three? damned was he, right down to his teeth. "he shall never have peace!" shouted a girl on the street. in the language of we, then again in the language of three. they looked at him disdainfully some things can't be feigned, you see, and though usually tactful to the highest degree. The judgers couldn't help but agree And he continued to lie, with a plank in his eye He deserved not a souls sympathy. The judgers then began condemning the man As the spoke quite skillfully... in the language of three. since you haven't a boat, for affixing this rope, its use, now is left up to me." joked the first of the judgers to speak. "you know i really had hope that I'd take up the rope, still plenty to choose from, i think you'll agree." said the second to talk, with a smile to mock I've got some clever ideas, of what to do with the dock... a scatter of laughter came rightly after the musings about penalty (In the language of three) the guilty man's face froze then in fear, as now it was clear.... That many knew the language of three. (They knew all about the language of three) he knew it wasn't too hard to read he gambled the task in the deed would appeal to none, just for speaking with one? who would learn a whole language of three? then he scoffed inadvertently... ...thinking "nobody learned it for me" but there's error you see, in a language of three, in the end you could find yourself burned... If things unsaid can be heard.... Languages of unsaids will be learned... damned was he, right down to his teeth. "he shall never have peace!" Yelled the mob on the street. in the language of we, Then again, in the language of three. He squirmed in his seat, He knew they could see A monster was he He knew judgment would come For the evil he'd done.... (He'd said it all in the language of three) And nobody came to his aid... as he lay, in the bed he had made.

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