Reformation Comments

The priest ghost from goofy island takes dimmish mythical book.

Leaves after leaves turns he the provisions of retreat, and then overturning his eyes and drawing deep breath, He saith, ' why havest thou called me out of season, and stir my heart with thought of untimely death.'

Like leaves floating dry on the breast of river lost, Like bubble's surge filled with torpid joy of ocean. They made presenth of themself before sermon hall

From the sky peer the stars and curious Minds. Like horrid crew of strange attire the dead appears. With magic velocity of thirty eyes queue they make

Agile wind with unruly passion over the grave, Roving with hearts heavy the residents of necropolis. Grave shifts as fair place, restless breeze palanquin.

'We want to turn around the world and reborn, reform the soil and soul once pure, upright, ' Saith with melancholy the morbid dead men's party. 'Hovering I between two of the worlds and pain, Watching my heart, my earthly daughter hungry and oppressed, ' saith a tormented father killed brutally on road... ghostly