Stuffed Silence

Winds define the path now, in order not to submit 
the discovery of another guilt. 
The glory stumbles. 
Before the altar, man becomes a souvenir. 
Mechanically you walk like a robot, proud and erect, 
cannot commit suicide. 
 
Secret of discovering a faith was, not to kill yourself. 
Shivering in awakened reality, 
you grope with cauterized vision, 
to resolve the conflict. 
The revelation does not come. 
Unchained freedom will come late, 
when you become the destiny. 
 
Everseeking a revolution, brain will find a false excuse. 
The archives do not give a clue, 
not exactly the circumstances, 
but history collected the dirt. 
Concepts could not bring out, 
transformation of a prejudiced spirit. 
fear and stuffed silence had the answer.