For the eons of lives who've left and nothing said. Dusty creeds upon broken spirts revel in ignorance. Crushed, swept, rushing forward, it's breath tainted, unfurled like the voices of speared souls upon high city fences. I cry out from the beyond this packed empty abyss. The light seems to be a guide for only the damn to be saved. What breaks them? I, do not know. As the truth drips from being spat upon my face. I have no sence of the unknown shepard calling upon me. Am I damned to be saved... NO, I shall join in the chorus of the dead to be laid.