Burning the CD

Call me whatever
Your likes disguise,
The same horizon
Is knitting a rainbow;
To ready my armour
For the war!

In glory I bask
To avow my nothingness

Call me not 
To my ears
Deaf have I become;
The same such moment
Cry begotten!

In compassion I melt, but
Who is burning the CD*

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Please note:
*Burning the CD = To keep the memory intact.