I herald the trumpets
vibrating hills
tremble on mountains
rushing rivers and churning the seas
there is a better way
you don’t have to suffer
you don’t have to kill each other
then all i hear is silence
silence can be loud
silent can kill
rumbling herds of elephants echo from all directions
grasslands and valleys
they blow their trumpets for every ear to hear at any distance
each note loud
reverberating
angels and demons and wizards gather
I summoned the drummers
the trumpets keep coming
nothing to stop them
suddenly the sound of an
electric guitar
then all i hear is silence
silence can kill
there is a better way
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THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 
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