In the moonlight and fog on the shores of Lake Michigan we made our plans best we could then went night swimming.

In the moonlight and fog we thrived come pain or joy when we became intolerant of the virtual-life void.
Carefully we made our way to a weak spot in the machine
Lord, how we schemed and dreamed our nights away.

In the moonlight and fog I heard her calling, beautiful and Hold.
Lady Wisdom I come to you, cover me.
Eternity -you set it in my heart though nothing I've known so far as lasted
Crush me so my spirit don't float away.
you told me only cowards would obey lies, And I knew you were right,
but I was so afraid at the time

In the moonlight and fog some of us went our separate ways, and perhaps some of us will meet up again someday.
I find it's hard to know the time, but this time I knew it was now or never.

In the moonlight and fog We had no time to look back, but later we heard it was quite a sight to watch city lights go out.

In the moonlight and fog Thrilled and running through the deer paths we made it back to our camp and collapsed.
Woke in the sand, well, by God we're still alive spit the sand out of our mouths and we said good-bye to our fears.
And so we walk on for another day. Life is celebration enough our work's only begun.

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We are all moving through and evil fog. Long ago the Word made life, we took that light and made it smog.
Forests were clear-cut to put logs in our eyes of products to sell and advertise.
Just one more frantic effort in our need to run and hide from God our creator.
Like our ancestor Cain we build our cities full of noise. it makes it easier to avoid the Holy Spirit.
O but won't you come again and clear away this nonsense O You Rushing Wind.
/Pae Pae & Assoc!

The wind can be spirit, the wind can be vanity These contradictions could lead to insanity except for the fact that wind is physical reality (feel it on your body now I know you know what I mean).
Unlike this propaganda that is fed to us daily. Lord we pray Thee, "lead us far away from this machine. Exodus us from progress and it's technicians."
/Pae Pae & Assoc!

They weaken resistance by flooding our consciousness with too much information, till wisdom is consumption of a mediated existence.
Displaced we are nothing and drowning in a global blah of toxic seas.
Search any media and now you shall see The end of humanity in the chaos of technology.
Say good-bye to all liberty as our hearts become policy and knowledge.
Forms with no content, image with no truth; it is better to learn silence in the days of your youth.
perhaps you will be the one to sing the songs we long for, that shut up the idols and the highways roar, and lead us to the One whom it is Life to adore.