I made a sound that irked the elders,
Gravity made words fall apart on dark
unbelieving souls.
There was a closet of madness…
a stranglehold of emptiness…
swaying with the chords…
weaved in scrupulous downbeat.
“Truth is…”, cracked a madman
holding a book with torn up pages.
“…Dear that was knowledge
that came from nowhere…”
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