The Voice

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    The Voice

    This voice is unheard.
    It screams for attention.
    It is ignored by many
    And hardly ever mentioned.

    Its soul cries for mercy.
    Its heart longs for filling,
    But the emptiness remains.
    The sin keep killing.

    The fire gets brighter,
    But you lose all sight.
    The evil wonders about
    Burning through the night.

    The face of darkness
    Calls out to the voice.
    Laughing evilly, he says,
    "This way your choice!"

    This voice will scream forever.
    This is where it chose to be.
    It will be in this moment
    For all eternity.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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