.Language Decay.

If I slept, these millions of years, these unending painful tears.

If I sleep, these millions of tears, these unending painful years.

If a voice could hear, obey this language decay.

This complete issue re issued.

Elaborate and contaminate.

If you haven't heard, nothing is new.

Someones memory is another's victory.

Nothing is perfection, except this reflection.

Withdraw previous statement, with drawn previous statement.

A past present sacrifice, makes life's last night its own doomsday device.