Voice about me never cease in the cacophony. Why can't they realize that they obstruct my thoughts so to seize my muse who is throttled and bashed by their incessant chatter. Dragged through the mud to be lashed to a cross of death. Their laughter rings in my ears, damn demons, for which I have … Continue reading Silence!
Silence
I cannot hear the words in my mind, nor can I see the letters dancing before my eyes. Stolen! I must find my muse! Aid me Lord if you're willing!
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