| Empty Shell (April 10, 2003) Makers of weapons, builders of bombs, you must look like hell� you cannot possibly gaze into a mirror before you walk out your door. Constructors of carnage, creators of death, you must be so awfully tired� you cannot possibly fall asleep knowing the bloodshed you�ve wrought. Missiles, guns, grenades, and warships; Landmines, tanks, bullets, and fighter planes� Destroyers of life, Bringers of pain and death, and misery and sadness and fear. Those who make manifest natural human feelings of anger and hatred you must be quite lonely� you can barely live with yourselves, never mind others. You are all merely creatures existing for now, ugly and tired and alone, and if one of your devices tore you apart we would find nothing inside� no heart, no guts, and no soul. |