Bridled

Do not eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil;
Do not let its fruit touch your tongue,
Because once you have tasted it,
Death, in you, has begun.
As surely as you take it in,
Most assuredly, it will come out;
For your life shall always manifest
All that you shall spout.
Because your mind shall have two thoughts;
Your heart, two desires, make.
And both of them shall disagree.
No peace for conscience’s sake!
Torn between what you shall speak:
A blessing or a curse;
It seems no matter what you say,
You only make things worse.
An unbridled tongue
Makes an unbridled life
Full of hatred, envy,
Jealousy and strife.
As a small tug boat carries a large disabled ship to shore,
Your tongue leads you through an open door.
A tongue that knows both life and death
Can bring either to past by a single uttered breath.
Do not give a single member such power and control,
But bring it into bondage;
Touch your tongue with a burning coal.