The destruction of silence

 

Watch the heavy clouds that can turn you into the blue madonna

What would you give to be important now that your fame has finished?

You could be as menacing as statues

If you face was as green as a valley

Shame your own bed with sad music

The conduct of all living things will flood the night with your fears

Look to your trophies which cover the fields

Now all rotten to the core

In this new destruction of silence

 

 

 

 

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