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Volume 1, Number 4 -- November, 1996 |
MFCANight falls silentlyIt's children awakeTorn from their fitful dreamsAgain they'll prowl the nightLooking for a life that can never beSearching for love they can never haveThey drink to kill their painBut pain is a patient foeHe knows sooner or laterThe very souls of the night's childrenWill lie gaping open waiting for his tortuous blowsThey run screamingSearching for shelter in a world filled with enemies and those who do not careDawn awakesAnd for awhile the enemyIs beaten back away from their fragile selfsSlowly sleep comesMixed with tears and apprehensionTheir souls welcome the respite brief though it may beTill once againThe battle In which they cannot die only be maimed will begin anewAnd life love and all that mattersWill elude them once more[an error occurred while processing this directive] [an error occurred while processing this directive] |