The silent cage


The martyrs wish to be

in our western golden cage,

from hell they have to flee

coming to the united shame,

the silent cage.

Sailing through seas of tears

leaving all those horrors seen

they wish to forget fears

in a static crumbling cage.

The eastern princess weeps

as the bull looks down at her,

an ancient god prepared

to put her in the cage.

Since future looks the light

of a present ye shan’t meet,

they fly to a starting life:

a never-ending sleep.

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