Echo of Silence

Vaccum is void and without air. It's existence natural and made. The earth, moon, sun-all have layer In them wind is stuffed and well fed. What if one sucks out all the gas, Water and fire will go for good. No more blue skies, mere hush and hash, Moons ultimately be crushed like food. Earth’s barren, frozen, lifeless, as Mars. Bloods be boiled at body temperature, Of beloved bodies of buddies like bazaars With nothing left even no Literature. It can eat the whole humanisms Why can't it many metabolisms But you call it hence– "Absence of sound completely." It's more than 200 decibels, Enough to damage dastardly. It's not not inaudibles, It's ...