Nothing on the mind,

　　Maybe lower, somewhere deep,

　　In search of something buried,

　　Should consider what consists of the surface,

　　Another time, another time,

　　Slowly, but surely&Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

　　Nope, nothing lingers,

　　On guard the deep is,

　　Of a beast on the prowl&

　　What secrets? They call,

　　Only death and the unworthy,

　　Not worth digging,

　　Hmm, the beast hums,

　　Something to claim& I`m sure&

　　Something renewed&

　　A memory lost&

　　A piece of an age long past&

　　My sweet, sweet childhood&

　　Remind me of grace,

　　Of mercy,

　　Of the everlasting hope,

　　Even in hell I know you linger,

　　Always pointing the way,

　　What do you give them?

　　What have I long let pass me by?

　　Unfortunately I am greedy,

　　Dear lord,

　　Please give it to me as well,

　　What sustains the demons in hell.