Millions chatter, deafen the ear
The mute speak loudest, despite fear
Uncag-ed beast, attempts to soar
Rift in cloud, the lamb doth roar
Impassioned fools, of worth to ground
Unbridled love, engulfing sound
Flailing arms, grasp lies to breast
Distance gained, amongst the blessed
Fallen in battle, flames now cleanse wound
Promise kept, life loosed from tomb
-J.G.Smith (03/04/05)
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