Extracted from The Shadow that Slumbers my Life
SILENCE IS NO LONGER GOLDEN
My voice was cut silent by those who know
They despise the words of my mouth before they hear them
They govern my life as if they are demi-gods of human nature
Wounds that could have healed sting in my heart
For my words are accounted rebellious
The knot in my throat has choked the rest of my being
Sorrows have flown and dried with no appeasement
My face cracks with the chilli glands from my eyes
My heart whistles through the holes created by their stabs
Their deeds the bottom of a scorpion to my heart
My misery a bliss in their tyrant traditions
My tears a rains to their garden of oppression
My cries a melody to their evil dances
My suffering a victory to their mission
My humility a reign of their evil authority
Silence is no longer golden
I will speak out the evil they have done to me
I will tell the world how they raped me
I will tell the world how they kept me quite
I will tell the world how they castrated my voice
My voice will rumble with remedies to the oppressed
I will speak the bitterness of their reigns
I will tell the world how they made me suck their manhood
I will tell the world how I got the cancer of the heart
Silence is no longer golden, let's spit the feud.
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