One moments retreat Away from the heat… The silent surroundings The black of the predawn sky The chilled air of night All give meaning to the sunrise Without darkness
Songs of the WATCHTOWER
Is one of our system’s greatest chores We’re afraid to walk the streets alone at night Our society sleeps behind locked doors Lurking beneath the shadow’s surface Hiding under
save our mode of thinking, and we thus drift toward unparalleled catastrophes.” – Albert Einstein In a nation for a dangerous penchant for secrecy A dread disaster at Chernobyl
There’s a man with a number who cannot commit murder And a fallen idea soon becomes suicide Fallen by a decision made without reason We soon see that war