Listing, lost, longing for the top tier of the Triad at the center of of epic- tsunami of influence. Overtaking, overtaken by, swept away at sea songs sung for the maiden murders many men in her march to madness. Oh the queen can’t be saved, god is dead, died writhing in the vein of hypodermic death, licking the opiate riddled rabble-rousers- kept drugged, they succumb to the needles death- you probably know one, two, a few? People persistent to pursue death on the daily dose, higher hills top stop and rant at the mind of shadow men, mean teethed, spirited sinner’s serenade the maiden march. Welcoming the many to the masses of the murdered. I hung up and the connection was lost forever.