life quickens oft to change one's view when death's all there is left to look forward to experience pains belief unto points of torturing living speciments extracting evidence foggy mist upon broken opened windows shattered fits of deceptiveness earth shakes beneath burdensome beast of world warships sailing treacherous seas into mouths of red dragonoids spewing bluish flames from inflamed veined flared nostrils toward hostile hovering Space Invaders descending upon deep shadowy graves to raise weak and slothful slumbered souls to their blistering feet who can count the toes of those amongst folds of old milky melted waxed dried jawbone's so many light years away who can wipe tears away mending torn tears of ragady wears tired grouns of bound spirits crying "OUT" from the foul bowels of life