All men appear for the days- the periods of reality,
Where a gap complains for its own gasps,
When someone describes his actuality,
Then the acts of murder are committed,
Fulfilling the goal of a mad man in hellish rage.
All the people of suns and stars
Keep the earth dry due to gods and simple notions,
Those primeval spirits reengage to enlighten
A few in their slumber, who age and die anew.
Feeling the worst experience carries reward,
All these actions are the words of the day in sight.
Must the smell of the strawberry plate be enough
To rid the crimes of a boy or girl in happiness?
One orange can be stinging in bright taste,
An apple surprises me afterwards with its feelings,
But where do they result in growth?