Do you know how want and fearful comes death at estranged hour of the night unthought of, unplanned for, like an over scaring guest you've brought to bed, Death makes angels of us all and gives us wing where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws. In this world there are no stars ripped and plowed a harvest of death our mother earth is tortured hear her scream as a car hisses downside a weak and abandoned hillside street. Is this the place I feed among the heaven's of white gods kingdom I'll bleed listening for silence down, down I'll follow the sound of silence is freedom :)
