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"