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Dec 2011
It is true, I won't know what hit me
when these silent notes come singing.
With a flash so bright you'll see darkness
and a tune so loud you will go deaf,
this melodic mass will paralyze me upon impact.
This was the promise of the silence.
Thunderous silence, silence,
accompany the unpleasant.
Quietly, silently
lie to me.
Written by
Daniel Santiago
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