Some minds are fuelled by silence
Bursting into combustion of ideas
For either good or bad
Construction or destruction
Silence feed some solitary minds
With undisturbed thoughts
Full of potential for great innovation
Inventions and great artistic works
Silence feed some solitary minds
With raw thoughts awaiting to be chopped
To be ripped apart and refined
Into valuable products
Silence feed some solitary minds
With weird thoughts that have no morals
Strange thoughts that are full of wickedness
Guilty thoughts that are full of paranoia
Evil thoughts that were never meant to see daylight
Dark thoughts that come straight from hell
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