Sound Of Silence

Long forgotten and bygone
Are those olden times,
Days of whispered notes
And tingle chimes.

When whispered chirps of land-dwellers
Would sweet notes inscribe,
And strike harmony with
Mystical echoes of ocean tribe.

The music that once lived
Nourished in living chords,
Has since become a noise
A commodity of metal cords.

And earth, whither peaceful Eden
Once, in all beauty, prevailed,
Is a mayhem of bastards' screams
Where Pandemonium shall be hailed.

Confused infants redden existence
In senseless, split-throat cries,
In these metal-worshippers
Music chokes, struggles and dies.

Their tumultuous wails
Doth heavens shake,
Estranged from melody
Lutes doth records break.

Each one with its own hate for world
Giveth angels up above close shave,
Howls and yells and vibrating lutes
Maketh gentle Mozart turn in grave.

And half-clad metal'd swans
Shake their beings to Devil's tone,
The purity of their white corrupt
And coloured shameless, skin to bone.

Eyes aged long before time
Ears weary of sirens' noise,
Sickening stomach, numb head
Can't take another decibel of voice.

So speak not my friend
Don't add to the nonsense,
Peaceful is the deaf world
Hush! Listen to sound of silence.