From: Charon@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: Charon
Date: Tue Apr 12 15:51:34 1994
When the volcano roars,
and trumpets on third,
they are caught in your throats..
and never to be heard.

When  a blade of steel,
slices down through the air,
the knife cannot feel,
the knife does not care..

When a soul is set free,
to roam as they please,
a person begs for their life,
oh..begs on their knees..

As i sit down to write,
a scream hits my ears,
to echo beliefs,
and confirm all my fears.

As i lay down
On the darkest of nights,
 i think of the hate,
and i dream of my light....

-Charon-