They keep on making noise
They seem without a care
But they feel the tension that is there
The silence that will never be golden
Birds feel the empty air
God was never fit
Never threw a fit
God was made to sit
and grow and grow and grow and grow
As the world was collectively in awe
Never realizing god was so small
That their own tears were bigger
Their own fears were bigger
That god was always the stranger
The air was stagnant
The shame was withering
Flames still and not even flickering
The air was cold and slow
The birds felt it
They flew away
The birds flew away
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