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Apr 2010
Quiet riot is the power of many, but very few know the power of quiet riot.
The force of quiet riot was inside my soul, unwilling to hide and out of control.
Quiet riot spoke and the stone man was broke.
Quiet riot will speak; it’s the worlds’ death I seek.
The word key the world could never see.
They always thought it had to open a door, but no more, it can open the mind.
The quiet riot kind, Quiet riots’ explosion in my mind will happen soon.
There’s no place to run, in time he’ll destroy the sun.
Quiet riot cries at times.
Sometimes he looks for peace, but in the mind war has still yet to cease.
Quiet riot will never cease to grow.
Sometimes he thinks the feeling of peace he’ll never know
Quiet riot can’t run, he won’t hide, he can’t sleep, and the feeling of anger he’ll always keep.
Quiet riot will always stay in my mind. Together the end we seek to find.
(c) 2000 Wayne Andrew Paskell
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