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Too Greatly to Control
Sweet silence kills the passions of the night
The moon glows with virile ferocity
Hollow as the decrepit morning light
Awakened are the world’s atrocities
And they rupture with sacrificial ease
Within those narrow walls of rectitude
Trepid as the tide going out to sea
Prolific as infinite magnitude
Distasteful melancholy blinds the dark
Compromising vision for cowardice
Ignorant to the journeys we embark
Awaiting for the tyrant of justice
But the blood spills too greatly to control
Locked away within my deadly hold
