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A mildly irritated audience
Murmurs and moves impatiently.
A tap of the baton silences
The entire crowd, immediately.
A soft whimper of a young mans heart
Resonates through the crowd.
Lower voices follow with him
Their strings humming aloud.
A pause.
The sound carries in the air,
The people raise their hands,
Applause ensues, without a care
An irritated murmur expands.
The sound of a giant's march,
Pulsate to the beat of a drum,
Giving no mercy to the crowd,
The conductor waves them on.
Lo and behold, a new King,
Marches into the hearts of the audience,
With a trumpet of the french horns,
The auditorium hums with resonance.
And slowly, it fades.
The conductor takes a bow,
Applause and praise echoes,
The crowd is pleased.
But only the conductor knows,
That his piece is never finished.
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They know no other life but this,
From the cradle they are claimed...
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