I scream at the top of my lungs,
and you still do not hear a word!
Words leaving the tip of my tongue,
drift by, completely unheard.
Haven't you any will-power,
or have you shut your ears too tight?
As you stand atop your tower,
I, below, scream with all my might.
No matter how loud I do yell,
Nothing's to ever conprehend.
In my own distant world, I dwell,
Far from you, here I am condemned.
I just want for my words to be,
Spoken and heard among to thee.
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should have read the rules. DQ'd
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