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1)

Cold penetrates my head

down in secret lair

descending, descending,

my senses hypnotized.

A.E.O.N agents after us

Me, Wolf, Michael

and miss Theodora,

dogs are barking,

Aztecs shouting

Wolf's becoming

really upset.

2)

Slit of a tank,

Death's taking shape.

I must control the eclipse

inside my head

Dogs are biting,

Aztecs laughing,

Wolf's becoming

I can't tell what.

Unspeakable

sicken bloodsmell

Death's 'round here

and Miss Theodora says:

" Get out of here !"

Myra's dream:

I was watching from the slit of a soviet tank,

the world was colliding the turrets exploding.

The fire columns, the sensation that was not just

steel versus steel but the end of a game.

And we were the right piece in the right place, and I was so happy

and I was so afraid. There' just one book, just one movie, just one song just one battle: but there's nothing that can't be rewritten.