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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=0f80676d98d740f1fb501be22c800970'>archives</a><BR>There is silence.
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God knows how I hate silence.
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It is with us though, for I can
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feel it nipping lightly at my ear lobes.
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Not in an erotic, turn-you-on type of way,
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unfortunately. I say unfortunately because
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there is nothing I like more than
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a nosh of that persuasion.
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No, it is not in that manner at all.
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This is a silence unlike that
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which I have ever noticed before.
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There is silence, and
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silence begets Silence begets
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Violence? Far enough away not to hear
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the blood flow--
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Out of babies mouths;
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Out of old men's shrapnel wounds;
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Into the thrice scorched earth.
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Screams dying faster than the bodies
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from which they were birthed...
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Silence.
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Bombs breaking land, breaking sand,
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breaking man, and...
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Silence.
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The growl of three million hungry
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stomachs crying out in unison, still...
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Silence.
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So I ask myself: "If a tree falls
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in the woods and nobody is around,
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does it make a sound?"
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Apparently not.
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It's just left to rot...
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