The days I erased, the thoughts in the desert, may my journey be a safe one, for unknown in the past intentions have i trenched. Inside this box of loneliness, inside the box of hope, I go on.

This box is of unique significance , and creates the rift between the bottomless pit, and the highest peak on the lowest floor on the highest statue with no regrets. The time will tell when my destiny when i recall the passion between, collision, and crippled.

How she can be stricken to hate, and forth not be abased enough? Has not my words, cured the impure, and impailed the sinner? has my black heart, been too much of a burden for peace? yet the light emits from my body, and the unholy aura from my actions, I see no satisfaction to condemned my crime, and the crime i comitted was of arrogance, and pride. My life yet scheming it is, not of uh pure greed and grief i ticked. Come corrected in sight of.. Ha im fooling the fools tool it seems, Im no saint.

The sweat of the”One” is not pure, and the Gaze of the”One” is un-natural. You may see only what pertains to you, you may feel what gains interest to you, then you tear his words to lies, and beguilment hatred,monly anger moves this spirit, and only justice creats the burden to protect, his word. Careful of your misinterpretation, you Mis-content, your inconcieveable reaction to titles of Olympus. Blood drunk of power, and the ages are indeed nigh.

He lived in a small space, with small lights, and big dreams of accomplishments, enlighted the watchers. Be he beast or Humane, his nature is still un-natural, goodbye young dreamers.