The goal of character is strong,
Heaven faces the mountain in a day
To work with atoms that mean something.
This heat of the heavenly day is absurd,
Frying the night with light that shines
So abundantly like the wishes of a genius.
One has goals in mind, spending one coin
And then erasing the memory.
One minds the eventful people,
Staggered by your being that signs
A letter issuing the sacred nature
To be forged, this nature is of rocks.
The goal is stinging the wayward soul,
Opening the shadows to cages of the night.
Lies are told now in splendour,
Bold faces win, folding wishes are realised.