Are you preaching to clouds of fire?

Did the dismissal of the civil servant bathe your coffins in milk?
Did the choice to leave you unprepared reframe your appetite?
Rely on my servants in the field, choruses of unspoken chapters,
not relenting for the case of the a disapproving overseer.
Leave your homes and make your way to the subconscious signature.
There the alloy of spirit will faint at your unexpected arrival.