Does reality have to come down at dawn every day millions in the hour of blankness and fear of the sound outside that is but ceaseless to your ears but you sit in fear your world is of silence and balk ruthless are the peoples now as hordes controlled by sound waves and pick ups from wind horns in every city town and village a dog barks in the distances a screaming child remains alone shrieking but location unknown for this day and forever we are all alone the comedy train has gone we are ruled by the zombies in the south upper echelons manifesting elite in your ears all and everywhere and a god remains in a book yet to be revised where dust settles once more waiting for a sign revelation rerouted.