Cursed to breathe within the existential realmsof sacred beauty and of sacred deathI am a sad forsaken inmate of the nightI exist in broken form and crawl among the refuseof the city in her tomb of joyous plague and I shall fall into this nest of darkness with concrete as the haven of my salvage but I am as unyielding to the wisdom of her torment as I am faithful to the spirit of my questto holdTh... 
