reach to the light
and stop it from reaching
reach to the amp
and stop him from preaching
of fallen kingdoms and fallen kings
that there's beauty in everyone, in everything
that there's an answer, because there ain't
and he is lying to the ignorant
and from faintly lit cells, a cry fills the night
what are we here for and why do we fight

Even poetry has limits
Even solitude has its comforts
It's time...