The Silence
And as she gazed down upon the writhing creatures below, the very thought she had so
strongly opposed, for a split second, was her own.
"Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To be the one who stopped the suffering?
To finally put an end to it all?
The pestilence, the poverty,
The larceny, the lying,
The mourning, the misery,
The destitution, the dying.
Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To be the one who stopped the crying?
To be the one to end it all?
The pain, the profligacy
The rape, the rotting,
The vindictive, the vulgarity
The sorrow, the suffering
Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To watch in horror knowing,
I was the one to end it all...
The candor, the complexity,
The laughter, the loving,
The smiles, the sincerity,
The life, the living.
Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To watch in horror knowing...
I was the one who let it fall...
To be the one to create
The Silence..."
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