The wind blows forcefully against my shoulder as I stand on top of the highest mountain.........Sigh......Maybe one day I will wake from this nightmare the lord as cast me in.The ground caved in as the the towers lose their will to stand. Sigh......My heart cries out for the end to draw near but like the hopes of those who pray to the man in the tree. My wishes will fall like the night stars........Sigh......For maybe I am dreaming......For no one really cares...No wants to listen.....Sigh..... Someone Please tell the priest the sun will no longer provide them ignorance. For the veil shall be taken from their eyes and the moon will pour down the nightly grief and the the wind will set fire to my desire to wake up......Sigh......For I have Fallen asleep and my dream have take me to the most high.....Sigh.......How much longer will it be until the graves become full. The Sky skies out for the pain that is settled under her heels....For we must look  up and quench our thirst for the  tears from the night stars...Sigh.......but will that enough to satisfy the mouths of those who vomit sorrow like an old Mexican dish......No...for the end is drawing near and my eyes have finally opened........for I had fallen asleep.