Dark days of a cloud upon thier head..and our bodies shook with a thunder of chaos, threating to take its very essence of survival.
And in our hearts beating as one..dreams of a deaf hope, and a deaf victory... theres not much of a sweet reverie, but a discrimination of its beauty and foreigness.
But ears fall on deaf ears... no sound... yet a sound cracks through your mind with a deaf eyes, and a hand gave birth to a spoken language.
As the hands displayed upon the air, filling the air with might. Yet so steady with such hunger and passion and a promise of a revoultion and rebution..
For i am deaf...
And i have deaf ears.
But a deaf eyes filled with caution and waryness.
Yet, a deaf lips spoke of an equality.
For its beauty and its skilled hands weave through the air with psychedelic movement.
Because i am deaf..
For my deaf eyes spoke of secrets and the forbidden.
But i am deaf.
And you are deaf to the world... blind to the
Oblivion..
And a mercy of none is created.
And a warrior of souls soldiered on.
Weathered by the predjuiced.
Deaf and proud.
And human.
Yet, barrier knows no bounds.