Unending realms, void of struggle. Only undivided focus. No subtle resistance to purity. No echoes of judgement. Frozen river. Frozen sky. A shard of ice in the mind's eye. No walls coloured by the spirit of conflict. No embers succelent from the flames of war. Higher ground, make believe. Sorrow follows where i lead. A realm sick with disease. Constant misuse and befoulment. The grime is on our teeth. Frozen river. Frozen sky. A shard of ice in the mind's eye.