In dead silence there is a sound,
noiseless yet profound.
deeds provoking, not quite just,
from tainted minds that think
What a precious gem if ever caught.
the divinity of thought.
To control one human heart,
takes a thing not quite smart.
In the caverns of darkness stands
an element with strict demands,
whose jaws will tighten on lies
and wrench the truth
from its disguise.
In seven's silence there's a sound.
holy, most profound.
The numbered reckoning of days
that terminate unknowns foulest ways.