Ponds of piety become lakes of loathing,
and lost rivers filled with restless, rebellious souls.
Flowing rampant rapids,
becoming radioactive words,
that will crush the unsuspecting fisherman with their nasty recoil.


The soul changes like water,
and a broken one will change that around it
like a dam breaking from overflow.
Swim not in these waters, for you will drown in their
unstable, untamable waves.