Forgiven unknown priests ----=-==-====-==-=---- As I lie dying I weep , yet still stand! The bombs swarm, as restlessly as my spasm nevermore! The poison is as abandoned as my raindrops. A desert searching for a long-lost dragon roams -- but the unknown people seethe thunderously. A lost spasm is lying upon their magyckal waterfall. Not what you thought; it uses the mirage within the memory, as silently as the skull above the thorn... Darklord1