I will be the silence
Left between your blasts of relevance;
I will be the liar
Who invents the daily circumstance.
I will be the spire
Pointing deep into an empty sky;
I will be the ugly one who asks them why.
I will be the violence
Bringing chaos to their temperate views;
I will be the mire
When they try to wash their falsehoods true.
I will be the fire
When the world has left us cold and blue;
I will be the only one who stands beside you.
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