Silence.
Be such,
my only bliss.
Be such,
the reason,
my life shall forever,
glide towards its,
rightful position.
For,
to speak,
is to be weak.
To,
create sound,
simply for external means.
Such,
shall never,
be me.
For,
my sound,
shall alter reality.
Be such,
much to important,
for such,
to be tethered to externalities.
Be such,
actuality.
Power,
formed through,
the flame of wisdom.
Lightning,
altering time,
within this spherical existence.
Be me,
forever intense.
Oh,
eyes shall never,
meet mine.
Oh,
this lion inside,
shall roar,
absent need of pride.
For,
the sound of I,
shall exist as,
the soul,
forever hidden,
inside...
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