Antipodes

And there... unlikely as in our world cold mountains peaks are grab by top towards the foot of vale where springs are flowing  from oceans depth In to the rivers lair no bird can freely fly without the wings wide spread theirs haven is liquefied in kind of melted lead they pulled their eyes outside and underneath of deepest gulf they hid... theirs sins beneath the eyelids cut instead of hairs they bred  subcutaneous larvae lice have eat their lips burned to dust  by meaning  of an imposturous act their children are as old as oaks already turned in to a fairytale and mothers so bravely young that all their tears where shed at once before almighty set aside  a hem of brittle sky - tornd apart they done such things  that we shall never dream they fetch such truth that is unseen by holiest of the holly books they do prevail upon  nor love nor death or madness all along they stayed as wild as we consider ourselves so rapt and not enough to state - so civilize