under the wood is nothing left but rotting crawl from generations all to tired

to think about it and as if nothing could be caught between the lines they prey and perish at the

hands of insolence under the wood safe from fear following with no light we passed a sinking

ship upon the rotting shores and asked of them why is it they can be no more "a fear of

darkness will descend upon the light where suffering shall bring the meek to tear the might