Through what accord should thy nature abide?
Juniper hangs in a laden evening's breeze,
doused in lymph mist and marred in courtship.
An augury spent, sullied, and lost.
Chiastic ash belt. Blunted Instinct.
Suppressed.
Born of precipice. Wrought as man.
And they will recover me in great abundance,
as ash picked from the mountainside.
Neglected and pulled.
Neglected and pulled from the bounteous yew,
and reduced by terrible energy.
Paradise as nothing.
Their grease and ash will touch the face of god.
Their grease and ash will mar the face of god.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN