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TORRENTS OF SILENCE

In the din of your concert
I can't speak up
My voice like a bad note will sound
Off key midst notes trained and synched

In the grandiose of this your show
I won't speak up
Like tired yawn my lips will look
Eyesore mid cheers choreographed
And if I rise to speak up bro
Fleakey and queer my words will stand
Rogue and off a script well penned

But silent I too got tunes
Torrential flows of songs unsung
Syllables, chords in torrents gagged
And although still I too got moves
In torrents of momentums stymied

Pray move a bit 
And make me room 
It's only ME and YOU big bro
Who can tame the flood that loom
From Clouds wobbly, dark and low

And it's for YOU alone big bro
To either beef the straining walls 
Of dams so full
Or leak slow jets of tensions built
And Seething rage that sure will burst
And blow thee forth like
Torrents mad that shooteth forth 
From Silence Long

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