The thirsty cracks in noble lake's bed spider along the merry way a mean embrace't likes decay the cold dawn warns of deaths bled Oh great bountiful life! your scorching sun dries the eyes soothe again sore humans the lie where truth abounds thence vigor's fife they flock as one foretold to an empty bank a dull appearance sees in infrared it burns the retina; to one the mass dead a fate accepted, severs the mast all ships recoil and plunge to sink.