I came upon this blogsite linked to Ate Sienna's Pansitan and read this:

Is it coincidence that one finds this cold mold of folding bold holding weary old souls sold to death?

I know the thought is morose at best but the rhyme in the words are so perfect... they flow so smoothly over my tongue when I read them out loud. Funny how one can put words together so nicely that he can make the subject of death sound like a song.