Some sun sent straight through the riddled sky blistering forward in brave reprise the silhouette of a stranger dawn the ***** of grandeur, emissive, strong masquerade of a less placid pawn stink of firestorm in cavernous eye blazing ember in the pit of sight restless mask, protruding glass the sold now sit behind entrapped the onward glare of marching minds autonomously grips and grinds the foul spell of its riddled woe fervent tyranny whittles, molds shells the straps that bend and hold glittery gossamer blackened tryst of power, hunger, greed and fists slapping fate with criminal charges turn the guard and crumble logic pass the weightless forms of youth with high regard for rotted fruit undone with passion to the roots the death of Reason's grim saluteο»Ώ