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I wrote a note to the blind,

I sang a song to the deaf,

I embraced those who lost sense of touch,

I gave all my fortune to the dead.

 

They say I'm blind,

They say I'm deaf,

They say I lack emotion,

They say I'm a fool.

 

I pierce into the souls of heartless men,

Hearing the screeching sounds of silence begging for release,

Their sanity foolishly clinging to man-made materialism,

More lost then the damned wandering purgatory.

 

No release,

No sanctity,

No end,

Just necessary suffering...

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Tallulah's picture

Very

well thought out and written. Good read