My crys could fill the Earth of apocalyptics to anguish my idea of me of this world the heavens couldn't plead my anger was mine alone but theirs amongst my heartsilenced compulsefied my clouted genius quatams isolation of man ache after sought monotony my breathe was empty of screams of stoked seclusion to prevail from the dom longing was vary to the quiet choas quisked was the plot ticks just as the bloads song die

The rocks fell over to the roadside dangerously if went unnoticed more so if did a man and woman were crossing the path that led people only to there death untold did they realize they were better off to return but from where they came that mornings

The night came and left like a spy at first crack where did the night or was it in disguise did they go in falsely the way or did they work during the women's womb waiting for another chance at an unrealtor life to their seats