Tossed in rigamortis, the shroud held places,
and violently shook beyond looks of faces,
faded ever so shiveringly into the unbranded ground,
The unfounded sound, echoed..epervesintly into the background.

Amongst the rabble, unsheilded whispers roam free
unknowing to the herd, they plot against plauged disease,
Spreading the thoughts of misted missletoes in the breeze,
everknowingly making sure the locked cavity isnt set for release.

Around it sounds is aside of the cliff we hang,
Swang and shook in the wind,
We paraglided back to the feathery bottom,
and as the canvas rolled over me with great uber essence,
i asked him o describe this full circles presence.....