ancient_pleeing_strings -{::EphemeralArcs::}- already i beging to forget the me that was yesterday soiled in a sea of triumph{the heights echoing trumpets and banners} and sealed with the sanctity of my misfortunes upon this kingdom that reigned fortitude and blessed the blessed and helped the tragic earth streaming rock mounted upon a ministries eye to hold the people to sway them past grey sanity skies in light of a wake of passing days lament and sorrow, saturine and stress sculpting down the broad figures melting the hearts of the angels sculpted faces and wings eroding the me down to dust to look up upon the machines of mistrust stacked in judgements ruling arms saying "fight me, and I shall hold you. agree with me, and I shall hold you." I see them standing around, broken faces saying,"there is no escape, just don't be bruised, those arms are strong" and they echo feet and tears pounding upon the ground their misgivings. and a sly cat, atoned with a magistrates helm and standing upon the melting marble says to me,"avoid the prescence of arms, slip past them and mingle into your true abyss, and they will not find you, they shall not hold you." 020409 what's it to you? who go blather from