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In urban chaos
We hide in the shadows
Wasted lives stretch behind us
We hide in the streets
Traveling sideshow
The black hound watches
From the carnival grounds
As dusk falls
The rabid and the lonely
For what do we thirst
Perhaps for the void
We knew before birth
Beneath the cold sky
No trace of warmth left
Wonder why
Maybe it was never there
Alleys of cold rest
Newspaper bedsheets
The insane and the outcasts
Sleep where they can
Beware of the lone ones
For we are the deadly
Unloved for too long
We wait for our dance
Show us your bad side
We'll show you your graveside
Show us your love
And you might have a chance
But beneath the cold sky
No trace of warmth left
Wonder why
Maybe it was never there
Joined forces and built our power
Almost ten years time ago
Roamed the land to find disciples
Pulled from gutters, broken homes
No one knows just where he came from
Sent to lead this ragged band
The carnival is just a cover
A refuge for the legions of the damned
Churchgoers praying
Fill the indifference
With meaningless insights
Of word and sound
Praying for something
To make life worthwhile
Praying for peace
But no answer comes
Still the world spirals
Continues the pain
Apathy rising
Who cares why
Out in the cold sky
No trace of warmth left
Wonder why
Maybe it was never there
G.S., mid-December, '83
photo: Marilyn Moon, altered by GS