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Stand still to the silence; Can you feel poison in the air? Pollution provoking violence, Through waves of invisible glare. Where can we hide rapture From a society of laughter? Ignore ignorance shattered, And embrace the latter. The thousands in masses Represent small panes to the giant glasses; Constantly chipped by the chisel of fate, lighting the floor to an apocalyptic revelation. Let time not come but too late, For there will be no chance for reincarnation. Fear not the time ahead, Instead, open to the flow in your head! That is where tomorrow resides. For today, chameleons will hide. These shadows hide the day, And I pray that spirits may lay, And save passive voices, aloud, These people the pain they allowed? Buildings that shade the sky, Heads that wonder why All but poverty and jealousy must die, So, while the angels cry, Too must death brought on those who say, "Nigh!" Nigh to the charity of life, And to a war-battered wife. Nothing to the willing, Unless the will be of killing. Time is not money, But your money is another's time. This is a skipped beat in life's rhyme Revealing the poor player to the phony. The Earth chimes madly, "What will set me free From a secular tyranny?" Man smiles gladly, Thinking His money will lead; His own demise He breeds. Now, Cross the binding line, Be enlightened by the lights' shine, And enrich the never ending collective mind.