Chapter 3

To live is to die
All truth is but a lie

To sleep is to wake
Genuineness is fake

To love is to hate
Chances are fate

Atheism is belief
Bliss is only grief

We call tyranny democracy
In this world full of hippocracy.

Ophelia
August 4, 1996

*noticing that some one is behind her, Saraphine stops and turns around in time to see the dashing man flying over head*

*not able to speak Saraphine just stands there as the beautiful lady walks up to them and listens to them talk*

Just as she is about to say something she and Lovely are put to sleep.

Saraphine Anura
14 May 2001

removed as per the request of the Author

While the train sped to New York, Ethel Brandenbourg was the one object engaging Ernest's mind. He still felt the pressure of her lips upon his, and his nostrils dilated at the thought of the fragrance of her hair brushing against his forehead.