Art, prayers and even flowering plants are just about the same. They are beautiful, simple things that can happen anywhere. A hard rain in the desert can cause disastrous flooding, but will spur a bloom to form in the middle of a freeway. A disciplined voice can be heard in the middle of braying-drunk villagers. So this voice is heard from out of a razed place, a Webster place; praying to get out of the ruins. Do the gods listen to tongues that have earned their silver?
{ʇɥǝɹǝsɐ ɯɐƃɐɹıo ʇɯ}