Chant of Silence

When everyone seek something outside,

the treaters welcome them with lies,

There, someone asks them to take a stand,

Lavishly portraying, it isn't a helpless land.

Few mountains need to be moved,

a selfish river to be crossed,

There's a noise religiously taught,

and still they assume they aren't lost.

When the change is divine,

it should always be for good,

Remember, they'll make things vague,

by seeking fire from damp wood.

The curses and the omens they carry,

will cautiously get someone's voice,

In panic, they will scream to bury,

but chant of silence will always be a choice.