Out Of Themselves

Thoughts of many
Become the acts of one
Out of themselves things will come

Like a hammer to the chest
I feel the pounding
The heartbeat of millions
Screaming for release

I keep them hidden
In profound depths
In caverns of reason
In totality of my vision

Repellant is the sight
But I must
I must take flesh and bone
Oak and stone
And turn them into thoughts
Thoughts of many
Become the acts of one