Hail the Silence of the Lamb

To the silence of the lamb,
I revert time and again.
But the call of its silence,
Shall brook no acquiescence,

In the depth of a cellar somewhere,
Even now I can feel
Life being skinned off the bones
While the world over passes by,

The lamb in his pen,
The pen in its holder,
The soul in a limbo,

And God in the poster,
Such is the eerie silence all around,
Giving away the majestic weave,
Of lies, stunts, and deceits,

Hail the lamb!
Hail the silence!!
Hail the silence of the lamb!!!