Province acreage dies for one to tilleth its deserted range Wherein cement meets the grain It's love wants to be an emblem upon the world's and celestial's mapped blueprint........
Sick of nothing Infirmed by zich Swabbed by heartache Taping its own stitch...
Just another moorland Who Gaveth all Lost to Hopeless romance merry....
Depletedness licketh...
Deprived Scanting Panting its last sad hopeful breathe!!!!
Tis All it hath left As its been pruned And left for rocks to corrode...
Sold its soul.....
One of old, Superannuated doppelganger.....
An obsolete antediluvian One not meant For loam inanimate's.....
