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Rush Rush
Said the Captain, The Son of a Captain, Whose Father was Captain before We drive for the Nethermost edge of the world Where we'll meet The great captains of yore. We are told That they wait us Were a hiatus Is known on that distant black shore. But the devil will greet us And slyly intreat us With the lie Just a little bit more.
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They believe that we are no threat.
And they are right. Yet little do they know The power of Silence Though immersed and surrounded by it. They rarely notice And certainly, never give ear. For there is too much to say. Too much to do. Too little time. They are too busy Doing good To hear. While all the while Silence grows. With deafening stealth. Until… Silence only knows. But those who listen Hear…and wait. For the end We all suppose. The end when noise Has worn itself out When words have had their say When scheming, toiling, and anguish cease, When all that’s left is deathly Silence, That will be the day. The day when silent Hearts are still. And noise is done away. And then break forth Eternal Day! When Silence speaks And earth bursts forth In radiant Life The fruit of silent Suffering souls. Thrice proven Through woeful noise. And then crying, weeping Covering ears, The chattering horde Will hide In rocks and hills And corn whisky stills With the one thing they can’t abide. For hide as they will, The Silence still Will find them there And chase them God only knows where, Till Silence reigns From plane to plane And peace Be our reward For bearing the grief Of their unbelief In Silence. Yes, they believe that We are no threat... And they are right. Retreat seems to be the answer to the problem of outward evil.
All else is war. It seems that we must forsake our ground, Renounce our claim, And prefer even to die Rather than participate in a world where we see others as our enemies. |
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