I can't tell you about the exact moment
they turned mute.
They were evil, for most part,
but they gave me company
when everyone else made me
feel invisible.
They were evil, for most part,
but they protected me, kept me alive.
They gave me the courage to fight
or fly, sometimes.
They were evil, for most part,
but they had stories to tell.
Stories of sacrifices, tortures and deaths.
Stories of love, brotherhood and rebirth.
Where are they now?
I can't hear them
In my head.
Are they scared of something?
Something more devilish,
this world maybe.
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