Disembowelment A Burial At Ornans
you, wander through the fields, your, sorrow, as I advocate the depression, stumble into the hardened earth and become engulfed by the seeds of plague, the sky submits to the colour purple, descending from above, the holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy? a black spectre is sent downwards instead, lowered downwards into damned soil, peasants mourn their own plagued death, the shephard [sic] of the unwanted valley, turning black and purple, his spirit blows down, dark waters streaming down a precipice, among the sheep mist arises slowly, the land is burned by the beggars, Ornans - a place of fear and disease, Burial - no requiem shall take place, eclipse of the sky as impurity casts, no requiem, no return, peasants mourn their own plagued death
