THE WALL SPEAKS

From Ullem Bay to the shores of dawn, we weave our song in—

Disharmony.

From Ullem Bay to the shores of dawn, we—

Discord.

He is there. We feel it.

From Ullem Bay—

Can he hear us?

Do not seek his help. Do not trust.

Hear us. Help us. Heal us.

He does not hear.

See him. He betrayed us.

We see.

Look well. He is evil.

We watch.

Do not trust.

We see.

We watch.

We are blind.