The perfect place to ramble ideas without being mindful of their actual end effect. A haven.
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis:
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.
Mozart’s Requiem, the confounding of the wicked still leaves the “righteous” kneeling, contrite, begging to be helped in his last condition. Inspirational!
That and the word Maelstrom.
::EDIT:: Both ideas taken. Feel free to reuse though.
http://www.wordchasm.com/2008/01/11/child-i-say-to-you-arise/
