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Faceless faces everywhere.

Each at a desk,

Each at a chair.

 

In empty rooms

they all compare

how their faceless faces

 

continue to stare

at the faceless man

who pretends to care

 

about new hopes for knowledge

and truth, that are there,

filling the air

 

of the empty room,

an empty square,

a silence impossible to bare

 

whilst listening with honest ears

to the age-old, sickening prayer

that faceless faces

 

must beware in those

empty rooms - beyond repair –

remaining constantly aware

 

that you and I are not

alone in our ecstasy

or in our despair.