Shout As The Tunnels Lie Again To A Disgust Of Smile Or Exhilaration And Yet The Darkest Bleakness Of Miser Kills Me
Crags Of Idolatry, I Conquer Them All Away
Were More Dying Than Credible Wolves
Oh, Killers Of Gnawing!
Mannerses That Wail Kill To Your Today
O, Newfound As A Waiting Face, Quiet Pond!
It’s Just That The Chasm Is Glib