There is a Fine Line Between Chants and Screams.

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There is a Fine Line Between Chants and Screams
There is a fine line between chants and screams.
When you're great, you can never allow them to force you to fracture.
Greatness shadows you clearly, or would you reject plain sight?

Grace usually hides, until a plea.
I suspect few don't know of you, I suspect few actually know the real you.
This is a sad irony considering the breadth of your work.

If you craft the essence of your soul into poetic armor,
who could hide when you mix pride in your pain?
Baring your soul in a performance tends to bait the ignorance about one's true feelings.

As a fellow phoenix, I don't have to explain
that you always burn hottest before a fall.
I guess this is a bittersweet mourning fused with anticipation.

I find the difference between you and I
is I tend to burn many when I fall from grace.
You appear to exercise more care in your approach.
I suppose the isolation that comes with it feels all the same.

I hate to accuse anyone of this,
but it would appear you love to stir the pot as much as I do.
As you know, it all comes in flows, a pulse, a surge,
I suppose zeal, and excitement taunts me to push too far.

I suppose a fixation on control will lead to pushing for the sake of pushing too.
Hollow silence only sometimes leads to screams for grace.
I have hope, grace cannot be laid to waste.
Remember, castles made of sand are meant to drift into the sea.

Packaging sentimentality creates manifest beauty,
often this beauty thirsts for tears.
When you barter with fate, know you may want to know a thing or two.
A fixation on equating a human's value through material wealth will dissolve your bargain.
Dynastic control will end in the death of your world, not your ego.

Finding a spark in a new identity isn't a power that is only found in your new person.
You are fixated, my queen. A fixation on control often delivers a saturation of pride.
A lust for power over all else isn't far behind.

It always seems worse when you must; bolt from something, instead of for something.