The wandering stranger $$#aults you with guilt not with guile.

The spoken word spurious. it likely wouldnt push one to sway.

With doubtful experience it plotted us a path that wound back again.

The halls are cavernous and twist the sound as bait.

Quickly drawn away open jaw. dig the hook inside while we bray.

Now the horns blows have carried away and were remorseful for the call.

When the very life of you is swept away and reverent then what worth have you?
The air we breathe is the air well be bellowing. how loud claps the storm?
What fury will we swallow away?