The rumble of madness, angered into the point of nothing.
Screaming, banging, shaking to no degree.
Determined to bloom, but halting the exploration.
Dead.  Dead to the world that leaves a wealth of suffering.

Now, Squander along within your own demise, among the ancient river rocks
Lie down and dissipate into the sand beneath our feet.
Let the water embrace you and drown you until your soul finds freedom
While the summer breeze whisks away the negative spirit that guides you.