Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Phase 1


Composed by: Azm

They lay the veil down,
block the world's view;
Left with only sounds,
giving a different clue.

And the lens that's set above,
on the ceiling up so high,
watching out every move,
not a minute to sigh.

We're the captives of the demons,
ordering from the wooden stage,
roaring upon us like zoo lions,
pouring down their rage.

Yet we stay silent,
paralyzed like a prey,
tired of the hypocrites,
wondering what may.


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