The wind gust blow,
the wings spread wide,
the doors slam shut,
the fire grows wild.
Murder! they yell in the court of the people,
Murder! they yell in the streets.
Murder! they yell in the company of children,
Murder, they whisper in their sleep.
The end to Reason is Reason itself.
A law, the law, we never obey.
Fear is the heart of fear, itself.
Trample upon others to seize the day!
You're being stupid, you're being irrational.
A lot more needs to be said.
Death may be the end to misery,
but where does happiness begin?
4/29/13
Abruptly ended, like so many things.
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