Futile
Spider webs woven into that guitar,
soft music will echo and hang around;
The audience an unsuspecting fly
tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire;
Souls become lost and can never be found;
It will not fail over time they comply,
something in the air sedates what is shrill;
Quiet now it’s not so bad being bound;
Your submission you can now justify
any other move has become futile
to try.
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