From: Last_-Rites-@webtv.net   
      
   Autumnal harvest reaping   
   The shadow on the hill   
   The seeds of bitter envy   
   The change sought in the kill   
      
   September now behind us   
   A season lost on untrained eyes   
   Three years, a month define it   
   To usher in this ill surprise   
      
   Ground covered with the fallen   
   Vast colors all abound   
   Unlike their forest counterparts   
   Which die with ne'er a sound   
      
   Three deep in unseen places   
   And corners piled high   
   The horror sweeps the landscape   
   Look for meaning in this lie   
      
   As one who takes advantage   
   Of terror's grip upon bare throat   
   And trees that sway with leanings   
   Meant to conjure up the vote   
      
   Well hidden satisfaction   
   With fresh blood upon his hands   
   And trickery of double speak   
   Whose words are shifting sands   
      
   Face now the grand decision   
   Right-- or montebank puppet to the left   
   Promised change bewitches many   
   With sedition marked by death   
      
      
   EP   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)