As one to infer from receptions Of a nihilistic yet dormant haze Transmissions from those who ponder The ensured entrapment Of the free to the maze Oh how they wander the thirsty Oh how they falter the empty Their calling begins... Echoes from the heart of a sophist Who would sing on his feet fore bowing to death Inclined to embrace the deceivers As they drown his voice In the lake of sheer fear You have witnessed the circle Of the spineless Who extinguished the flames Of heroes gone passed But those who are drowned in silence Their screams do wander Until they are heard If my heart should beat as anothers The melodious murder of difference falls And is choked by fearful control He must emancipate his voice That flew too high for their eyes to see And sang too loud for their hearts to bear May the transparent Veil of your conception Bear you witness to my rebirth For my spirit did sing And my voice did soar But you drowned me in silence Thus from your conscience I return with unrest
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