I am a girl of wild schemes

-Laughter streams in midnight winds-

As we stand atop the precipiece

Soaking night in through our skins

And when the crow lifts from the ground

I call out in his frank speech

The message falls from open lips

A silent mind to breach.

Even in the wilderness,

The truth is seldom told:

The bars that are but heavy mists

Still stop us being bold;

The writing's on the wall and yellow

Lines are only painted on the road.

let the night in

let the night in

(softly cried)

as she lay beneath the window

in a blanket of safe fears

and the moon made her weary with the wanting of it

the night, the night

(moaned, whispered)

belief was all around with

wondering

hope

The Night!

She cracked the window.

it was not the moon after all

(the rain laughed softly, freed)

Enough of the world.

World peace can be achieved only through a thorough and systematic destruction of the human race. Too many voices strive for power, deign to be heard. The only assurance of silence is elimination; and this is moral, because a world with only one has no ethics, so one and none, likewise.

Where to begin? We can start with the Russians, perhaps, then move on to certain sects of Sudan. Arabs or Israelis will fight with each other to the death, and the rest of the world will shun and embargo until the great day of the mushroom cloud.

Fight on then, all ye warriors. Never give in to the tyrannies of silence, but strive to further ideas. We only fight for concepts at any rate, these days. One way or another, each fighter gives to silence, to peace.