Comments about ICEBERG RUGAL
On Thier Wayodies
Thou both hearts grew bodies apart
Both of senseless sentiments hope to depart
From the blasted terrestial together
On a starred lunar evening as thou blether.
Hoping to seek refuge amidst the linning covers
So as to forsake blemish sodom and Gomorrah over
celestial and dwell midst winged elements
And from then shall be their eternal demour with entertainment.