Death to me- Slay me as you did Christ, you wallowers of muddied more. Deflate your own tires, for mine are gone in burst! Hungered thirst! Like a dog I'm ravenous to crave attention, a medieval invention, a laugh I get with scorn.....a heart ripped and torn to the world it gave!!!! How ghostly, fires roast me to riverbank bochaes! A rope I seek intentionally to tie to this English neck, where Scotland keeps me in check, and Ireland calls me home! Greece I hear your phone. Ringing to noones answer! For the saints will lead with their lanterns, as the tunnel is getting brighter already! Supernatural confetti.... Come see me you spectators, gather this willow box. These bones shall return to the rocks that the angelic ones have layed down. The cross to hit with full blow sound!!!!!!a tombstone shall be unmarked, on your benches and in your parks shall I whistle with shaman's of knowledge generations!!!!!!