I fought a monster in my youth the same way
I fight a bull in adulthood, I get to be heroic and proud.
The sea is an expanse of the heart for the slayers,
The ocean is spread like the holiest form of water.
Your strength in mastering the few is solid,
But those few master you,
But those few have avenged you.
My complete art of rediscovering is flavourful,
Injuries of the crown are against all odds,
Some prefer to instigate matters further,
But the monarchs sail forward and mutter
Praises for commencement to become.
Using the rules demands many rules,
For the clever man is innocent with them.
Using a joy is full of surprise for the unlimited,
The unlimited are those who forsake everything.
Underneath the tree of lights springs a bird
That flies through mountainous wastes
And deposits eggs of the higher calamities.
A word has been brought to feed the masses,
One finds the emeralds of the sea inside the belly,
Work of the habits intrudes and excludes us
For we are richer than the emeralds and jewels
Called rubies, diamonds, and sapphires.
The glasses go like a salesman,
Who returns to mind his step;
The glasses are frank and honest,
For they produced sight in a window.
To the volume I say it works like words,
Feeding a frenzy in some hearts of ancient
Spring, the summer has begun, the summer
Has won, like the winning of the birth of a cow.
Seas of blood have amassed from the flesh of living beings,
Their donations have died when they have lived,
And their desires are like the solidity of the towers at night.
My diseases are only viruses, illnesses and destroyers,
In war we think to ourselves the tragic hues,
But then the innocent men strive to a goal,
For it is a soul of collections, of abandonment,
That swerves according to tastes, feelings stop.