Liberation is not the formation of words or rhetoric but the embracing of silence. That perfect silence, so available it is ignored for its dullness of being. Yet grab its breath, hold it hand and fill thy souls, for simple is as simple needs and simple sacrifice, stands and bleeds. Simple sits so wild and free, yet simple cares, yes it cares, so silently.
When darkness’s deepest hour, did claim.
To scourge the earth and fire the shame
and poured the moon with ashen lead
They banished the stars as the planets bled
Suffocating water then murdered the sun
grasslands begged as blood green valleys run.
Dominoed forests, fell from a single push
Volcanoes strangled with a deadly crush.
Cracking open the earth they spilled lava free.
Sucked up the rivers
and finally,
drained out the sea.
Did all this, just to save justme.
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