Life such a sweet and short word to describe our existence. One that is timed though may turn eternal as the roaring lights of the night that fly high and low. Though all such beauty is a blur to hide the cruel fist of lies. It delights in the shattering of dreams, spirits, souls and breaking of bodies at night. A never endless march of death towards inevitable demise. Prayers are sung though it fell on deaf ears of a world of despair.