White noise in a black room
A choice that leads to doom
Random rhythm of helpless drops
Decorating the tiles of rooftops
It is harder to drown
The voices inside your crown
Silence said so much more
Than spoken thoughts we chose to ignore
Success! A converted convert
Someday I shall be an expert
Following in the footsteps
Of the one who gives me laps
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