He broke the lapse of life by using his disability
Losing his voice and gaining an sense of mortality
Weaving the threads of life, while smashing thunder to ground
Like caskets slammed and thrown 6 feet under
This God turned man had found his own thread
And yet realizing his fate, realizing his quietus, this God turned man
Had created signs, As if he saw the casket slam
In his face, this God threw signs left and right no questions
Asked, giving hope to the hopeless while losing it himself
Aphatos found what he'd thought was a gift this man
Found his voice.......Wishing he never had