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You've emerged from darkness, my old friend
I've come to post on you again Because the BPL void was creepy Without the carbon flame war I was sleepy And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I hiked alone With no BPL, chilled to the bone
'Neath the halo of a firefly
I turn my Houdini collar up high When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a Petzl light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the halogen light I saw Ten thousand hikers, maybe more People hiking with overloaded packs
These massive mounds were perched upon their backs
And one crazy dude ranting 'bout Tarpents on YouTube Man what a boob To disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "you do not know Heavy packs like a cancer grows
See these trailrunners that I might teach you Hold this cuben that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the overburdened god they made
It was clad in heavy leather boots And adorned in an all cotton suit
It shunned an MLD Prophet as it staggered down the trail We tried to no avail And instead, whispered in the sound of silence
Nice to have you back BPL.
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