sacred the twilight falling special the horror filling the land with a sense of morbid fascination
lovely the child- like quality the beauty expressed by every free moment of spontaneous joy
stolen from within the corporate prison below the all-seeing policeman's Eye
(AND YOU, TOO SURE I KNOW YOU, TOO UNDERSTAND AND UNDERSTAND WHY WE MUST LEARN TO TRY TO SPEAK AGAIN)
softly the sacred sound that seeps the child-like footsteps thru the town the blood besplattered city streets the death bespattered human mind the horror so fascinating the morbid twilight of this our "time"