A cloak of silence is my balm
from the madness of the mob
a world lost unto itself
while derangement is the norm
to step aside is for the best
at least in regards to sound's impact
while words are honed to razor's edge
seeking blood in hearts of stone
already bubbles sustain the storm
my own should join as consequence
asking all to respect the mark
roundly damned by half the world
there is no promise that I'm sane
if factions prove their ruling claims
what's known to me is fallacy
by the knowledge of partisans
now only music can provide
the only beauty god contrived
this struggles on to hold reason
while the noise seeks to win
selective deafness will secure
isolation before the purge
hearing nothing but my mind
screaming eulogies to the beyond.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190129.
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