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Too long have I sat in silence
Longing for your voice
Searching for my freedom
As if I have a choice
In the distance groaning
Rumbling just the same
At last I finally hear it
You’re thundering my name
Clearly indistinct
Confusion setting in
Do I stand or do I run
The end about to begin
Frozen in the chaos
Bones a rattled mess
Why is it that you’re summoning
What must I confess
Flashing in my purview
And into the unknown
What the hell is happening
Where is that sickening moan
Now I long for silence
A deafening abyss
Let me have insanity
With a final fatal kiss
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Leslie McGuire
TheHobbit doing life outside the stillness of the Shire with TheGiant and TheHuckleberry.
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Love this...very engulfing