How does one hear the cries of a voice that cannot make a sound?
How does one save a world bound by the laws of a species who cares not for the love of his fellow man,
but only for what can be put in his wretched hand.
How does one make a stand?
When all of the world is damned. When all of the people are under the cursed ones' command.
How could one ever understand,
What that one, that only one who searches for an answer, and cries out for a cure to this cancer that has gripped every acre, and city, and land. How could one ever understand the lone man.
How could one ever find what cannot be found?
How could one hear the cry, of a voice that all will try to drown.
How?
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