Age of Maize When drunk from the sorrow of danger a need to break through from a new angle a figure

from a thought to inspire dawned in the desires for a new age unlike the former but to its service to redeem to repair and to remake by sum, by degree, and by perspective for betrayals to outrage and justice no moisture shortened the length of the drought and so to a fountain went all the thirst that arose without chance of an answer and dug with its own nails, deep in dirt what the spirit had watered and baptized a source to distill the liquid of maize