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NAVIGATION
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.:Silent Scream:.
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Rapping my fingers to the sounds of silence,
Do you know how it feels, do you enjoy how it feels,
To rap fingers to the sounds and the squeals
Of silence gone mad, misery been had,
Insanity, aristocracy, anarchy, tell me,
How are we not part of all three, tell me how
We are not like those who came before us,
Fighting the same wars, killing the same souls,
You don�t need a map; direction will do you no good
And you will stay lost though you can see where you are.
Sight can�t help you even if you understand
The sounds that you make as you run from yourself. Trust me.
Smell the fear, the scent of blood, and the salty, dry taste of it
All mixed up in a whirlpool of hate you throw at yourself
You can�t run from the dice that you yourself threw. Don�t.
Turn your head and you�ll hear them rattle.
Cover your ears and you�ll feel them -
Rolling out of your hands
And into the chaos that is your life.
Trust me.
Sell your toys to the ghost inside.
Kill a soul, perhaps one you know, perhaps your own,
Feed it some drugs, lies or more violence. Trust me,
You�ll feel better. It seems we all do.
Don�t.
October 2000
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