The moon tries to escape from the slavery of darkness,
Just to sit behind the sun and show her pleasing mildness.
And the stars stood up with their swords and armor,
Not to stop the moon but to listen in flying vapor.

That error was considered instead of one’s considerable good points.
It’s due to temptation of bringing someone not to Eucharist WestPoint.
Because man yare envious about one’s simplicity and ideal identity,
Angry and doubt about his hidden personality.

Instead of mercy for his imperfection and necessity,
It’s their selfishness showing to him to prove one’s divinity.
Because it’s all right for him because he knows his fault,
That this is part of punishment for his immorality to assault.

Self – pity is what he feels imagining oneself as somebody,
When tears fill his eyes while believing no buddy.
Pillows were also crying in his room of thriving trees.
For each night before he sleeps, tears deeply spares breeze.

But tomorrow he’ll awake and smile will be introduced once again.
In realizing his single purpose of being a comedian bargain.
That he could not blamed God for his erroneous forsaken destiny,
Because it’s him that killing time of not bringing oneself to God’s vicinity!