Eternal silence grows on you
Can't breathe a word that sounds fake
As soon as you did a double take
The hidden sixth sense came into view
You summon cherished ghosts to appear
Some are voiceless, the others full of fright
It takes a lot of nerve to heal the night
Upsetting closet thoughts are pain in the rear
You're trying hard to seek the bitter truth
To undo fatal evil until it's too late
Who's in control of birth and death rate?
You wish you could go back to the root
All you need is a new irrational approach
No point in beating your imperfect brain
The wily blockage might turn you insane
For god are you able to carry a torch?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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