here is some poetry.

[stormcaine]

And the road was a lonely road
full of trepidation and doubt
all was not well

there was an inkleing of escape
from this tribulation most grandious
and yet stiil it was persevered

somehow in this pustulent faced
home was made
behind veiled eyes all were disuaded

the festering by-products
Reaching deeply down to the marrow
to tear asunder