The sound of church organs echo as if a thousand angels themselves were singing, angels tainted with lust and greed and are all in need of a nightly fill of the sick and ill, the hunger of a sexual appetite beckoning to there call, all the fields and plains of love destroyed with a sound, the mankind in awe of the vibrant sin, something so great and a better feeling within, the act of murder, rape feeding the feeling of oppression, alive to fight but fighting to stay alive.
