The Poem is there, if you look for it.
The Ever More Beautiful Tranquility Of Black.
In darkness the only enemy is the light.
Fear has no ground.
Time has no space.
Death has no meaning.
For in knowing nothing.
Emptiness is bliss.
Wars cannot be fought on unseen soil.
Fires cannot be spread on unknown surfaces.
Blood cannot be shed in silent emptiness.
Objects are found to be fought over.
"Things" are taken and destroyed.
The sounds of screams are known.
Something is to be kept for the beauty of black.
A safe place.