>THE WALL ON WHICH THE PROPHETS WROTE>IS CRACKING AT THE SEAMS>UPON THE INSTRUMENTS OF DEATH>THE SUNLIGHT BRIGHTLY GLEAMS>WHEN EVERY MAN IS TORN APART>WITH NIGHTMARES AND WITH DREAMS>WILL NO ONE LAY THE LAUREL WREATH>WHEN SILENCE DROWNS THE SCREAMS?
>BUT I FEAR TOMORROW I'LL BE CRYING