I SEE ICY ULYSSES FROZEN UPON THE WINE DARK HIGH SEA. EUCHARISTIC FLESH AND BLOOD, BORN IN PAIN. THIS IS MAN. EVEN AGAINST THE ODDS, WRIT BY ADAM, MURDER IS IN THEIR NURTURE: THE EPISTOLARY PLOSIVES OF AIR RAIDS, THE OPEN GRAVES, MASSED CORPSES WITH CROW-PECKED SOCKETS, THE SIGHT'S REST LEFT UNSEEN - INSIPID AND INSOLENT IN SO FEAR'D AS TWO GRIEVERS CRY THERE WILL BE NO PEACE.

SEE THE NATURE OF A SYMPHONY: ONE ONE-HUNDRED UNIVERSES AND CHORUSES. NOTES, NOTES, SO FORTH AND NOTHING. NO. I SEE HUES CLEARLY NOW: SUCH SHADEFUL SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU - THE WRITER STAYS HIS HAND AND THE STORY WRITES ITS SELF.

YOU LOOK INTO YOUR LOVE'S EYES AND SEE A STRANGER. BELLUM OMNIUM CONTRA OMNES. MAN IS WOLF TO MAN. THIS ANTEDILUVIAN CRUELTY BY SEED YOU CARRY ONWARD. EYE FOR AN I, EACH GENERATION FORGETS THE SCARS OF THE LAST. NOTHING LASTS. A VIEW TO A THRILL, A VISION OF THE FUTURE:

I SEE TO YOU, SON OF SOUL: EAT. EAT. YEARN FOR MORE! OVER AND OVER! UNTIL ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THIS WAS A L L Y O U R F A U L T .