The Whistling Wind Cries Within Such Chaos

The mountain looks across a sea gazing as it crawls beholding living waves move amazing Grace echoing gull's lament falls upon deaf ears silence freezes over iced laced as they that breathe out from salted whispers footprints scream injustice Nurtured with the twilight covers ebony dressed in sparkling silver starlight where perfection has been misplaced At the gate without hope as seen for it's strong virtues realities shadows quickly reaches the summit consumed far fetched mad as a hatter hounds of words spell disaster smoking guns disadvantaged creation This planet has lost the plot completely with dishonest crooks filled with mercury heavy lead back to front doses evolve helpless beings small measures begins poisoning the weak minded fools In those whom use the upside down Bible for no good cause stumbling at the hurdles chariots on fire spoken of at the burning bush our ten laws etched on stone take your heathen temple out of our land