Yelling
Against the roar of confusion.
Chaos is the base chord
With which everything harmonizes
I cannot help but to think
The observer of our universe
Silently watches and listens
Fighting the urge to cover his eyes
And block his ears.
Tears streaming down an immortal face.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
Yelling
Against the roar of confusion.
Chaos is the base chord
With which everything harmonizes
I cannot help but to think
The observer of our universe
Silently watches and listens
Fighting the urge to cover his eyes
And block his ears.
Tears streaming down an immortal face.
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