The rattling of the chains, The resonating brains, The clouds of holy water Fuming behind the clatter... But it all froze down. All in a while A horrid, mangled pile Of flesh and bones and blood, Of hopes and dreams and mud... But it all froze down. From the bottom to the top They swore they would not stop. They pierced the lofty airs. They shook the mocking chairs... But it all froze down. Under the fateful tree There stood not two but three Daring to pluck the fruit To pass it down to their root... But it all froze down. A dream they now say it was- A dream fraught with flaws. A dream that had no hope Riding a downward slope... It all froze down.
As the voices crowd the mind, silence begins to speak.