Walpole highway does not exist... He tells me I am in the midst Of medication...dedication will expose the myth That makes the 3....we are drowsy but yet resist Walpole is beyond the gate, the sum of us...the village fate Walpole is the last descent, the testament of carnivore Becomes amen, the end of men, the start of once was more Our communion is 3 in 1, reunition with the coRe. Walpole highway is the sky-laid, tethered to the ground. Is seven times as old as even our eternal sound A gift, a swift bird from the choices, from the voices Of all you see around. One day soon. We are drowsy...we cannot articulate the final fate in this condition. Despite our mission.