Night sounds echo in staccato beats down city streets as horns blare; pissed off drivers--sycophant high fivers with insipid smiles, say their prayers. Bright lights flicker--whores dicker, food smells and oyster shells. Blank stares through vapid eyes; forsaken pleas--papal decrees, bloated bellies and silent screams-- hunger ferments nightmare dreams. Dooms-day visions--exorcisms, womwn's rights and circumcisions; public places with veiled faces, Satanic fright--preacher's delight as neon lights perturb the night. Lover's sighs--erotic cries; emotions spent as belief dies. Mortals probe the star lit skies in search of meaning in disguise. Blinking lights frame city sights, strip tease bars and souped up cars. Pulpit predicts--holy edicts; junkies deal while church bells peal. Eternal lies fuel feel good highs so say your prayers; but no one listens--no one cares.