Sonnet of Silence
I get the sense I'm not called a closer
But only the endings don't seem to end
So when structures beg for a bulldozer
You better believe I'm the guy they send
I can drain the fun out of anything
Taking the last's hand, making it my own
Drawing it to focus, making it sting
Resonating weight into every stone
Y'all keep throwing even if you shouldn't
Wickedness subverting even logic
So what would life be like if you couldn't?
Neither stones carried nor tunes eulogic
Let's all make our home in this darkened hole
'Til silence returns righteousness control
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