One Voice

Freaks seen in silent voice
Twisted are the words that anchor rhythm and rhyme
Unjust to magnification for all to see
I have no voice I am mute

Once driven now dead
How dare you question?!
How dare you voice?!
How dare you?!

Placed like figures on cake
The all stands ready
Dissecting each piece useless
Over the cliff they go

A faint sound buried, buried, buried
Voice it Voice no more
Searching to hear what wasn't said
I finally speak it out loud!

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