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Perfect Silence

Be sensitive; ask no question Surrounded by issue of clues in clueless film Within the chance of probability so slim To taking up decision of you in world's owned eyes Yet, absent is assurance throwing dice Help the silence building pressure behind Value its take, not to growing gold behind Be inquisitive; seek no opinion Bomb explored while hearts quake Sun hurts, few heads couldn't ache Mouths of the ached heads shout Ears of the bombers have sounds to scout Disciplined brutally those of courage Celebrating dominance in their sweet rage Be bold; listen to your heart Emotional acceptance is key than condemnation Feeling of rejection fights for such accreditation Joy in sorrow may seem a scam Yet it hurts the very expectations of the scum Laugh the good and it will be known Sing the bad and shall see the real clone Be told; learn from this art Listening drives you into unconscious sleep Retreat reasoning while you awake to the deep A lot of reasons are unknown till date Ride it in your style with little or no update Form the meditation according to purposeful plans As you test the tools of the fools to your fans Be conscious; dream of perfection Consent gives little regards as change remains constant Watch your mantra in its daily compliant Whether the check is worth giving a head Before it pushes fusion of plans into the red Then consent will mean not giving backup At last, none would take it a setup Be ambitious; live not in dominion Days are old while growing dreams Nights keep young fulfilling schemes Busy days can't hear the weakened hearts Lazy nights won't profit the strong mind's charts Born of life; be prissy to self and good to others Die of joy; be fool to self before thou become empty to acres

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