Sweet money I knew so well...
Riddles and carnal know, we came
Threshold's of angel's
And the world at our fingertip's, all the same

All alone, all atoned
Tree's in the meadow, remind
Vice in the name of us, is always vexation loaned
Peculiar tows and wandering blows, too kind?

Tastes in phantom's grasp
Life with a realm of distance to cares
We never knew, or the times with are to ask
Is it me, or is the fate you show, is any man's fair?

Rest In Peace...
Truth come with a pride
Now and silence, the rue of common cease
To wish in an open letter, is hope me or your snide?