Sound So Dear

Better to mistake the facts
than pay the deadly ratter’s tax.
I always felt the better man
when I could keep it in the can.
Big mouths sink ships.
The Fifth is pips.
End to end
your biggest test will be:
can you co-exist this silently.
No machines nor music
will you hear.
Is sound so dear?
Next life you will only
talk in tales, thought bubbles
if everything else fails.

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