i see, quite often, sharp edges
  upon clouds… blades
  within heaven, which
  cause me to worry.
for though this mist would not
  cut through our flesh
  as does steel, what
  of fragile spirits…
  recently sent from this
  world in a furious
  manner.
will they feel their spirit torn as
  was their skin… only
  to fall back down to
  this hell.