Scream! At the piles of rust!
Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!
Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!
Scream! At the corpses left hanging from the string of so-called sin!
You brought the beast out of the cage!
You let it kill the oppressed!
And now you try to feed it more!
Scream! At your inhumanity!
there are swans all around me
but they are blind
or i am invisible
and i don't know which
i once found myself at a crossroads
i searched within myself
and like they love to say
i took the road less traveled
now i am at the end of the road
i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again
i think about you in the weeping willow
singing a song of emotions that i do not know
i wonder if given the opportunity
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