echoes of silence echoed silently
hungry yet corpulent,
they scratched and stared,
as giants of their time fell righteously.
dead even before their hearts were on par,
and yet alive more than they far.
where their bodies rested,
sprung up flowers and life from dead cold soil.
such was their fertility in this cold dead world.
but alas, we have murdered and slain them
with spears and economics,
for their tears and arcane mavericks.
even in death did they love,
with the hope that perhaps one day,
the echoes of silence may not echo so silently.
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