Shine of lies was seen in eyes,
Now assurance decreases in size.
Strive disguised in a form of ice,
Will it brake when thrown as dice?
Symphony of silence gives advice,
Albeit, yet I yield a lusty price.
Symptoms of blindness on a rise,
Cannot counter hereditary vice.
Only abyssal sound truly verifies,
While perception fiercely misguides.
Again charmed by these dull lines...
Got it... resonance shapes hollow minds...
