Silence - Poem by Mr. Monster
There is no Paradise,
Been strung up next to Jesus Christ,
and the two of them share
an Awkward Silence.
Lady Liberty is Gone,
Anarchy has won!
and she takes her ravagement
in Shameful Silence.
Why would anyone want to go to sleep,
when they just wake up next to this?
What the hell's the point of my pretty fucking words,
when everyone listens, but the people who count?
And over rocks and stones,
the Dead begin to moan,
and the sound they make
Replaces the Silence.
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