The Death of a Whisper
The death of a whisper,
A shades last stance
Inhibited, agonized, eternally begotten trance
I rejoice in our light, this deafening light
Horrendous is this life, with the blind-lead plight
Regardless is the cause, surreal the effect
Unintelligible cry’s, make me reject
But I will go on, searching, alone
I may be the weird, but never the clone
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