A constant pulse, his recitations were echoing inside the cell. Then it suddenly shook. The words had pierced his heart. His breath was caught short, choking on the words, that were coming out from his mouth. Heavy, hard, and direct. Words so beautiful, so perfect, no human can quote. Tears trickled. He was silent.
But something was still ringing.
A song, chanted dauntlessly outside, somewhere in the dark.
A weak and soft song, meaningless, limited..
But it was sung..by such a beautiful voice..
Poor voice, if it only knew..
He stood up, opened his door..
And began reciting again..
And he will keep going..
Until he hears, that the song has changed..
Until he hears, the voice reciting..
For it is the Truth.
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