From: Last_-Rites-@webtv.net   
      
   When the mid-month has still twenty days   
   And mouths have run their course   
   The shocking words that fill the air   
   Leave cries but no remorse   
      
   And pale to black the men step in   
   Collapsed and chaos scene   
   To lock away the dancing fool   
   In a neverending dream   
      
   Bracelets shine amid the tears   
   And mouths hung open wide   
   For hands held high in victory signs   
   Awash for one who's kept inside   
      
   Twelve step out-- and some will speak   
   And feather then their unclean nest   
   To hear the words they speak now free   
   With eye to what share they will divest   
      
   A charge, a charge-- a fee you'll see   
   We each must earn our extra keep   
   And stories, tellers sold along with souls   
   Deny that tainted verdicts reap   
      
      
   Polemically,   
      
   EP   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)