11"Say to them, 'As I live!' declares the Lord GOD, 'I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather that the wicked turn from his way and live. Turn back, turn back from your evil ways! Why then will you die, O house of Israel?'


I try to encompass a sense of loss: like falling through the pavement cracks of society.. lost and not found, in making a sound
-my daemons they track me down; I once was lost, and now I'm found, oh how the sound of sweet insanity bring me to kneel before the mastery of buildings so tall.

A venom bleeding my pain
-the quale of my quagmire; I quail with pushing forward: nonchalance bewitch my true, steadies my unguided course whilst true north abandons my zeal on this besmirched day.
As I travel upon this clay: looking promising for a better day
-feet don't fail me now; cause every man needs countless chances to repent.