Loathe to bear witness on the heels of man, a wretched body and salty lips poured forth air and life. From a stubborn trumpet did La Vi En Rose issue with bright timbre amidst its sullen ilk, SS, GI. Lightly, the somber melody hovered as god above the void, between sea and surf, and there was death surrounding her. And she said "Let darkness be separate from light," and darkness and light did not comply, and turmoil was unfettered. And the trumpeter saw this, and he was grim.

The sands off Normandy will never polish a reflection and now weakly sputter through hour-glass and the riddled bodies of crude's allure. Germanic for Arabic, but things have changed and things are more sinister. A slick chokes the life from ancient seas and from the sands it's dwelt for centuries, the honor from a uniform, and from a race of men a tepid peace.