Words and Music by Ted Kirkpatrick

With fervid vocility we have perused

Through centuries of countless bethumbed volumes

Finding little solace for our plight

With absolute bodily quiescence

We have pondered

While earthenware pots are shattered and scattered

And hanging plants mournfully wilt and waste away

Encrusted ghouls once loved and cherished

Fortress and shield razed in absolute defeat

Pining away in curious conflagration

But this I call to mind and therefore

I have hope...