I'm counting tomb stones
Of these grounds souls
So sore,they can't soar, a winds sword
IS YOUR Wind scorned
Collecting wind sounds, f
inured harsh course
Still lashed insurer,
courtsculpture cured Caught arise purer, cauterize in Aries spores I watchinside from outside by wayside to topside every side all sides slickenside gave no side; besides ?side,, curbside, subside who's side
So I remain just beyond the perimeter lines
Eyes wide in cryptic mise oh great creater are you watching this architecture
Secular waters casts, mourning panes sky
Are you watching, our souls capsize tides braise in guise swung sighs burdend scythe fickle minds the ego tempered knives lessen pounders barren echos of strife
The sickle silenced the echo inside
The echo silence The plight
now oceans there last of life
Who will silence the shine
Ready the echoes of violent lies
Tho death awaited, the dying writes
As tou have invited death to my title I had decided i will lay in your violence to death in this my gift smile beside smile by death in this