God quest.

Vicious exaggerations flow violently from the maker's blasphemous tounge. 

Seek asylum, we do from devilish deeds. 

Break bread with lost maidens at sea. 

Shake hands and heads while rivers mold serpents. 

Their venom deep and treacherous. 

Our souls equally so.

Follow the streaks of lightening. 

Home is where titans fall.