« his stalwart strains of exuded braun tauted with the emmense force of the greuling stride, each piston's descent within the dense stalks of wheat that licked impetuously at his burly hock drawing him yet one footfall closer to the equable destination which neither mind nor spirit could amend... the trench, barren in its own discontentment, the breadth of a land untorn by the disputes that raged on within the mind, the body, the constant strife for something beyond what was known in such realities.. the slick, pasty mire crept aimlessly along the glassy surface of his cloven horn, brisking at the suttle curl of his thin feathers that drew into a lithe bough, deeply cought within the disconcepted action of the drain that he concealed within the whole-hearted persual of the animus saunter that drew him far better than inertly over the wry face of the plain, the dredged soil that inverted its being to bask in the last moribund rays of the sun... the pretentious curl of the lithe fog crept from the pursed ridge of his blush nasal, straining outward in a splay of intricut patterns that danced and wove and spun inertly until the supple force of the mighty brume approached to grasp its midst, the air, the breadth that was once held so chattely, tightly within his lung, now destined as one with the very force that it sought to oppose.. it was none other with the beings that assumed the mother earth, bitten with the insatiable desire to feed upon eachother's means of survival, so driven for power that the face of existance was jaded in itself, ashamed of the fickle lives that tore one another with such benevolent thought that it sickened such a mind to possess upon it... but the inerrant eve abounded him, carrying him head-long into the darkness that had begun to consume the torential plain