The Heavy Voices
The tremble that creeps in
The hold that seems unfair ,
Supposed to be doomed by the ones
Now they are the ones to stare.
The holy shrine suppressed deep down,
Under the hollow crown of the faces
That triggers the sheer experience
Of treachery and heavy voices.
Lame, broken stays the strength
With the hope to clarify the downfall
Still craving for the essence of
Midnight dreams and the true calls.
What about those tempers that
Never mind of destroying too fast?
Those fierce battles will be unknown
Remains are the ones to finally last!
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