the blood stained dreams are longing for the

              white sheets of tomorrow... todays bad memories  will wither with the flowers  of tomorrow nevermore is but yesterday   and today is but a glance at what shall be  encrypted to your mind for

              future use

 i have perchanced a glimpse at the

              paperclippings on your walls.... reading about the

              futile attempts of man to rectify the wrongs....the

              silent song...played deep into the mind... repeating

              over and over  the dark message we all dread

fear not     want not   it is not ours to

              decide for the demon god shall cast his prophecy upon us

 and we shall accept like greedy mongers that

              we are

 feeding upon it  until it comes back as bile

              in the back of our throats   swallowing again and again  burning the eruption  and feeding the

              destruction

 and then  the cycle begins