Dancing with the demons I succumb to the heavy mind.
Celebrations of thine deceiving my sanity.
O behold what glamorous joy to survive these threatening times when dignity swalloweth away - yet hath swallow'd unto the endless grounds.
Betray did these grounds me as thou did'st betray creatures that liken me, creatures that are afraid.
Pain, wrath, hatred and lust yet I felt when thou hast not ever seen what pride shall be.
Art thou betray'd thyselves through not beholding what existéd in deed?
Still thou art slaves asleep eternal.
Still waken I am resting in sore and frightening pain.
O behold what glamorous joy to survive these threatening times when dignity swalloweth away - yet hath swallow'd unto the endless grounds.
These grounds are my homestead when I suffer these times.
Such infinite splendour may I entitle my asylum; though yet I found not the path to the other place where I might stand amongst those who cannot be enslaved - not even enslaved by these grounds...
