Witness the tumbling down of life's maddening go around. Feel the icy edges of the devil's rage coming for his, her pay. Smell the sickening bile of too many years gone by, forgotten and tucked away inside memories without escape. Taste the bitter agony of broken angels who have fallen from the throne of grace. Sense love emptying from this room as echoes of fading laughter drift from this dreadful place. Hear the hum of anger caged on the ledge, waiting to be born. Feel wanton hearts grow thin and weary as the meek ones are left cut and bleeding. Sense the strong growing more greedy as life's drumbeat drones on. There is no room for the needy.