Give them something to chew on!
Their teeth aren't sharp, but still hurt!
Leave a trail of crumbs
so that they may find their way
The fog is thick
and thickens so
One and even many
can not fight nature with fans alone
Do not wipe your trails
and doom those who follow
To be so free of will, our feelings so easy to chain us
When one can not think in the thunder and rain
Raging in so many hearts
Do they not see the channels so easily controlled
The waters that sweep so many into the throat of the dammed
They will reach as they slowly drown
for the cursed wind that blew them down
will feign liberation... to create tears once more...
Will you cry for the crowd forever, or show them something to remember?
If we are bound to the stage, make their ears ring!
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