Cranes In Reverse Bloom II

So emergency sick,

     Hopeless illegitimately far no witness one the beyond like the stung of heart, Whose begging conscience vowed under intoxicated hope after death never to vouch for the struggle of another's fate of life's joy destiny threat of emerging grace, Lies kept at secret's denial bay where bells swore as waves under a dead moon's sway never to creep atonement sound for those who reside with the death, before, beside, amongst us... We are the helplessly inhumane!

In lieu of our participation in,
Thinking all grace discredited false tricky choice angels...
Are forever demons