Elegantly Dressed Gargoils

the fueding curtain of sky shattering world's end falls. in the donation plate i leave all well being and good intention. with purpose of mistrust replaced by elegantly dressed gargoils. these are the voices of my apprehension's. a spitfire engine spit's out it's contents of one last brutal engagement. as the past look's at me with dissapointed eye's and doubhting grimace. here is a world sick to the stomach of it's own inventions. find a cliff of white side's.fall off and be finished. in the damp northern streets the poor share their salt with the earth.