Poverty is blazing, leading to deadly flying embers
And premonition of the use of heron is exhausted by dying severs.
For dazzling turnips will always grow in November
But the spread of Boa will tend to kill on December.

The anus of vat is threshing the reborn of criminals
And witchcraft serves as lullaby for Zombies and cannibals.
For tweezers can’t provide even grass on the cupboard,
To curve saran on the head and bring back the blackboard

Harrowing furrow results to chirping of fickle
And provision of crevice leads to horning of tangle
But the burrow of moth still hides the foreign matter
For dumb can’t vomit the revealing delicate cutter

The knock – kneed is being tied by rend of blame
But its soles is cackling bringing the mirror of shame
That funeral dirge should not be made at this moment
For navel needs to be sustained by squeezing tournament

To get rid of pale that splinters ugliness
And rewind the use of weapons to record bravery’s nest
To renew one’s passport and fast – forward the pleasing future
From individual judgment to infinite momentous culture