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The Town of Silence, by Jennerto the tune of āThe Sound of Silenceā, by Simon and GarfunkelFrom April 15, 2013Hello darkness, my old friend.Youāve found the town we call the End.You bring a cloud of condemnation,To lay a shroud as a contagionOn our people, who are hiding from the warAnd so much more,Within the town of silence.I see the people deep inside.They swallow beans, they swallow pride.They live with grief, they live with hunger,And some with shame and some with anger,Against a curse, that eats a human visage whole,But not the soul ā The soul remains to silence.And of the people it did damn,Some dream: āIām human, still I am.Ignore the fur. Ignore the feathers.Pretend you donāt have horns and udders.Hide your parts that make a decent person stare.And comb your hair.And joint the town of silence.āAnd if you think you have a sayIn how you eat and breathe and play,Prepare to learn your words are worthlessTo power rotten āneath the surface.So I stared in the lens, and I challenged the hiding throngTo prove me wrong.It spoke the sound of silence.With gentle peopleās lives at stakeFor such a simple thing as cake,Will we accept our evolution?Or stand and watch an execution?While the stooge and the puppet canāt see that our bleeding townIs going down.It is the town of silence.And in a vision mad I sawTen thousand people, maybe more.People screaming out in fury,Tearing down the judge and jury.Tell the powār weāre the future and weāre human, so give us voice.Respect our choice.Or reap a town of violence.
ha ha ha! You still arenāt getting this back, and when we turn 14 Iām going to tell all the girls we meet about how you wished they didnāt exist. Have fun with that.
Ida No over 10 years ago
Endtown of the Stick: A New Arc
Ida No over 10 years ago
The Town of Silence, by Jennerto the tune of āThe Sound of Silenceā, by Simon and GarfunkelFrom April 15, 2013Hello darkness, my old friend.Youāve found the town we call the End.You bring a cloud of condemnation,To lay a shroud as a contagionOn our people, who are hiding from the warAnd so much more,Within the town of silence.I see the people deep inside.They swallow beans, they swallow pride.They live with grief, they live with hunger,And some with shame and some with anger,Against a curse, that eats a human visage whole,But not the soul ā The soul remains to silence.And of the people it did damn,Some dream: āIām human, still I am.Ignore the fur. Ignore the feathers.Pretend you donāt have horns and udders.Hide your parts that make a decent person stare.And comb your hair.And joint the town of silence.āAnd if you think you have a sayIn how you eat and breathe and play,Prepare to learn your words are worthlessTo power rotten āneath the surface.So I stared in the lens, and I challenged the hiding throngTo prove me wrong.It spoke the sound of silence.With gentle peopleās lives at stakeFor such a simple thing as cake,Will we accept our evolution?Or stand and watch an execution?While the stooge and the puppet canāt see that our bleeding townIs going down.It is the town of silence.And in a vision mad I sawTen thousand people, maybe more.People screaming out in fury,Tearing down the judge and jury.Tell the powār weāre the future and weāre human, so give us voice.Respect our choice.Or reap a town of violence.
Robert Nowall Premium Member over 10 years ago
Quite a receding hairline on the car-throwing kidā¦
yangeldf over 10 years ago
ha ha ha! You still arenāt getting this back, and when we turn 14 Iām going to tell all the girls we meet about how you wished they didnāt exist. Have fun with that.
Scorchwave over 10 years ago
If girls didnāt exist, well besides the fact no one would be alive, there were be a lot of weirdness.