things left unsaid shuffle off with the dead in this land of the one eyed king.
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where nowhere is everywhere with the sounds of the lost and thier shrieking.
And the blind are confused by the light from the tomb that comes shining thru at night.
Yet where is our tale to lead to now with this sense of all not right.
push past to the crowd surrounding the door that is open yet none may pass.
watch as they all stand struck with the truth that there is more here at last.
and the hope that shines newly wrought in thier eyes is a tale not often told.
yet we all learn of some of the song of one where all is, and will unfold.
And in places few where none are now hide the higher truths that be.
In the end my friend who will find these things is a sight no one may see.
Will the land still survive when the blind may thrive and the mad forever free,
lay waste to the things that we hold to our hearts when all should know and see.
it is not my tale but a curious way to describe what is and what may,
bring about some change and reshape our world or ruin our every day.
in this land of the mad and the crazed and insane where lunacy runs like a stream.
and we all try to still those dark thoughts in our heads but it may help to set them free.