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Puzzling
games and mysterious airs punish our minds and make us weak
Did
you know? Could you care? Was it me that you heard speak?
Careless
whispers under breath taken, an oath to yourself
Who
would hear them? Who would listen?
Open
your ears and I'll scream in protest.
Search
your thoughts and find your library, read the books that are your mind.
Dream
of evil hiding waiting laughing. To each your own, let them wail.
Capture
your smile before you make it happen,
corrupt
the silence with my laughter.
Scream
and laugh and breath in darkness.
Make
it your lover, your Soul.
Caress
its shadows and arouse the Hunger.
Send
the rest screaming for cover.
Hideous
truths and hatred that burns,
tender
is flesh and everything yours.
Dark
and cold your world is become.
Regret
the days of sunshine and burn the thoughts of Daylight.
Relish
the secrets you hold over Them.
Power
is yours and no price is too steep
The
world is yours to hinder
Their
lives are yours to feed upon.
Do
so in silent victory
We've
won the world.
Our
sheep to Guide.
Our
sheep to Slay.
We
own the Night, curse their blessed day.
By Lisa
"Tressie" Stevens
February
17, 1999