To Gods acre caught in the storm Of the angels immolation harried Like welcome strangers to the feast of The good shepherd, the world The flesh, the devil take the hindemost Vigilantly stalking Earthly tears Encrusted jewels upon Hells vestment, The harbinger of death wearing a garland Of skulls fashioned off of Heavens tomb Splendiferously graven upon lonelinesses Stoop spirited as shooting stars the Pitched candles of sovereignties saintly hands Resting between lives enlightening the broken Lamp of truth purging the liasing humours of Illuminous damnation unfrocking priests Under colour of nothingness epitomising Faiths elixer yonder the gate of unfoldenment Breaking butterflies on the wheel Of rightousness unabating delving the vale Deciduously to show the cloven hoof woe betide The levity of Man Friday billowing in the Teeth of the wind.