I would rather choose being crippled, but a null righteous.
Than choosing being loved with eternal dream of gorgeous
That distinction is perilous for individual’s charming prominence,
Coz it calls a recalcitrant shadow in midst of eclipse’s instance

For believing in divinity of love should not be devoted by a slave
For it is how he could prepare a better dish, so his master will not rave
Yanking reverie in the sky is not the field of third human
And hooking wishes on the stars is not meant to reprimand.

Therefore playing the role of rags should be given an excellent emphasis
For it’s the only applicable course to sustain one’s incitation of clever.
But the innocent and vibrating ruin tries to open the heart of bladder
In return is shamed to a recuperating leper.

Still he proudly stands straight to awaken his illegal deadly weapon,
But it was penetrated by a residue in the memory of King’s pawn
For punishment is never made to kill God’s angels and disciples
But to whitewash the pollution brought by insects and army’s riffles.

And now discovery of another naked hidden truth and reality
Is enhanced and recorded to congratulate the highest built entity
That pushing conviction leads to shocking scary darkness
And pulling dreams in life will utilize eternal gladness.
For happiness does not measure kindness,
But melancholy sews fraternity.