How calm was the riot
Heated to silence
Cold in violence
I wish i could not dream
I plan not to sceam
I heard they were quiet
How calm was the riot
To claim victory in nothing
To hold on to while you are wanting
Its best could have been worst
I died drowning in what i thirst
Redeemed by my guilt
I stand on how i wilt
If i could hear what i see
I may believe that I'm free
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