MY WORDS ARE SPOKEN

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RANTS & CHANTS

 

 

My words are spoken

every thought identifiable

the preposterous wisdom of folly

etching impressions on cavern walls

leaving minds shattered

I waltz through ecstasy

in fantastic shimmering light

all betrayed

in cynical disbelief

not knowing about faith

just hearing my words

I doubt you’ll listen

but I speak anyhow

I speak on a mere chance

on mere fleeting hopes

that the message be heard

as a remote chance

that somewhere

someone will listen

 

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