King of Gossip, Prince of Pain

Your words are thorns of hate that sting,
And never once they speak of Love.
You hurt me with deceitful words,
Compassion ain’t your thing.

You’re King of Gossip, Prince of Pain,
The fruit of hate that is all you want.
You roam a dark world far from God,
The fruit of hate is all you gain.

Today I heard how far you went,
To whom you told your lies.
I traced the story that you spread,
From where it started to the end.

You’re King of Gossip, Prince of Pain,
The fruit of hate that is all you want.
You roam a dark world far from God,
The fruit of hate is all you gain.

Your lying whispers gossip, go on then: Yes! O tell her too. At parties, on the street and in our church. The whispers, gossips, telling tales, the lies, you hurt me and you hate the ones I care for too.

You’re King of Gossip, Prince of Pain.