A tree living with disease, feeding, persistent till the bell tolls our end. Tell me your concerns let's set forth our animosities like counting ducks in our shallow ponds. Hear me when I am speechless the rhythm of my silence beats strong, you say that there's power in our grasp but it's been nothing but whispers in my tongue. Remark, that we met last week in the corner of someplace and somewhere until our inks bled together slowly until I hardly even struggled to get past the first row. Now my mouth gapes, stretching with filth till the doorknockers turn away their faces from the echo of their own screams. Let us speak generally.