Poured water at the gutters of fallen men, the bloodfilld river of many severed heads they tell a story of war and tear sheds of a corrupted mind from the gallows of a grief display. But it was not people who were to be slain it was his own thoughts of the life he never gained. he dint wanted riches nor fame from the world he just wanted the comprehension of another pained soul. For twisted minds are silly rhymes of many thoughts in cheerful crimes. Normality is but a stain of a none proven existence the world is filled with diversity and it is all around the darkest places of our mind. We just never pay attention to it so it has been classified to be obscene, horrid, and inhuman. We have tried to speak otherwise but there is no right for the wicked as there is no wrong in the sane.