Violin chords shaking the brass of the mountains and granite

A start to rumble into a barren hungered sandpit

A winters stone fall to rend upon the grounds racket

Facets of stone to fall on the withered mallet

Crushing the lands to silk Beneath their hatchet

Love not giving any peace in handwrit

Just to take on apathy’s jacket

Safe Free from tithes and the planet

be free from stress and gambit

No cares to be landed

Just like dry rabbit

Don’t risk habit

Dont risk it

Stone lit

Grit

Never to feel but at least your at the end of the mountains hill now