Soldier's heat of a kettle disrupts
the temps embolised as a herd,
heart failure follows the deceit
and finger holding of God's word,
and slain is a battlefield blurring

And fine's singular seasonin'  facts
one's voice belief in wide green seas,
upon shaking salt belief of a hack
Fragility vines ****** and bleeding
Click the fingers twice for the black.

Today's divine white cloth leading
welcoming a funeral proceeding,
We wish to mourn of our loss,
while he's time abiding heeding,
Patting the backs of the children.