Extract from the wisher-man's mind . . . " These are the times when one thinks it's better to die than to live , they say... it's all over , now everything will be fine ; but for what I have known it's not over it is never going to be but something is certain for sure ,it is us who decides ,'the how ' of the conditions and together only can we strive for better." The sky turning red ,so was the mud . In the streets came stomping ,raged with the fire to kill . In the ash and dust falling from the sky were souls filled with last wishes , all but one had same . It was the wisher-men, he wished ..... Nothing .