If the ground gave way

Granted granite knew of its ways

I'td probably worry of way that nothings stays

For rock makes effort to stay the same

trying never to move nor run away.

An object that moves wants to keep going

but when it sits, even thoughts are toiling

wrything, dying, dreaming breathlessly

a daemons breath ceases intensivly.

Nothing can stop that which hasn't started

Only in creation is death reincarnated

a fallow reflection of lifes true intention

back and forth in reanimation.

Love is a gift, given and recieved

Thank the lord with prayer and bend the knee

render ceaser unto ceaser 

and believe in me.

Realities truth lies in your dreams.