A quite backwards man indeed. The crown that lay on his head appeared to cause his eyes to fall out. to roll to the back of his throat where the Sterling red jewel rest and made it difficult for him to breathe. a reversed man indeed where he tore his face to the problem of change and let it bleed golden blood on the pavement. Where solitude is a cloak of white a bathe in bleach. There was once a man, this man. named huzzah monsè whose horse sat in a river. monsè in return slaughtered the horse, Obtained it's skin and downed it's blood from the goblet of christ. Crossed himself in the alleyway where he drank lead from the hands of a snake and where the trees ended of the alley in the city he sank into the cement mix where the reversed man lay. His organs tainted gold on which his meal was no more where a skull float of barbed wire and the horse dubbed now a goat by the touch of the snake to the eye of it's beholder.