Scheme me a prophecy,
Foretell me the prospect of a life unseen.
Oh, so you cant?
Shall you mock me with your unpleasant laugh,
Malicious yet fitting to this nightmare?
Yes I suppose you might.
For no one knows what it is like.
To walk down the pathway of Heaven on which angels threaten you with the glare of an eye,
The eye which has seen dozens die?
Please, may I ask you if that is a world in which our children can be taught not to hate?
I assume it isnt, dont you?
