As this solo till no self plays
pained by bearing witness to witnesses
unremarkable for absence of bloodied others
I cannot hear their stories save those
we share beneath moonlight afraid
the silver mask cast over everything
will fall and make the dissection plain
We ignore the bodies piled by this plague
but need not bury that one—he reaches
out, tries to overthrow screams and speak
be heard, survive the sacrifice
and not for the sake of himself—let him
be blessed, showered with infinite manna
spared this world in the name of those
he tried to warn against keeping secret
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