the word became the world, and the good became the bad, and the oceans became the land, and no lyrics became the band, love became to hate, while hate turned into love, and the dark raven became the dove, and Heaven became Hell Above, but otherwise the world remained the same, no more room left for growth or change, while any opportunity that could range, to in the end produce a positive result, grew obsolete, and we vote for the highest dollar, while the stereotypical blue collar, is the same man the same man, and the man becomes the hand, to move to the handle of a gun, and the gun becomes the species, that is classified as man, and the bullet becomes the suicide, of all the earth and all the land, and the land eshibits no value, and value has no worth, as ashes remain to ashes, hurt remains to hurt, but we do not feel any passion, shallowness is the only way, to provide your of ignorance, that becomes a barricade, the earth remains in chaos silent discontent, as we bestow upon ourselves to interpret messages sent, by something higher than ourselves maybe in the dark, the Lord of Sin became the whiim by whom we destroy hearts, but lo sound the trumpets for truimph dare draws near, to become the sun shining light on our fears, and discontent becomes nothing to you or to me, and the world though silents basks peacefully, for a moment in time and all knowledge is clear, and it became something special then to be alive here, still we had better keep watch for a Shadow is near, and protect all that we value and deny our fears, that become to the world what we love and our hearts endear...... by joshua farmer copyright 2-7-2000 dedicated to the struggle for understanding of the end of the world and the discontent among the many cultures.