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The Noise Here I am at the brink of noise Staring deep within the haze I can't deny the lure of chaos Where conscious minds have their ways Hypnotized by swirling static The noise invites all guilt to rest Engulfed in sounds of shameless thought The choice of freedom, the cruelist test There is no noise within the noise Without a question, without an urge Just a weightless state of being And a promise of a human purge Without a move the noise encroaches Here I am and not alone There are many but all is empty I walk away and endure the drone |
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