Fantastic stones so outlandish,
Them fallacies of the brave,
A pixie will attack a leprechaun,
When the fairy will falter.
A tower erupts suddenly, it is volcano.
Severing ties with kin and soldier,
Breaking the bonds of slavery with civilisation.
The towers are full of people, the artless;
Death may argue, fuss and conquer the masses,
Killing is an idea of the devil when used.
It is an obstacle, a day is spent in its memory;
Our memories glisten as diamonds
Abnormal giants display their kettle,
Evil events are enchanting from them.
This familiar inspiration is needed,
Gifts dreamed in the weather of breakfast.
May helmets be donned for the best,
A battle rages on, a battle fits itself.
Your wars are in possession for long,
Options existed for the skirmishes.
I orchestrate burdens on misnamed devils,
Maybe in their minds is a fallacy;
The punishment melds to provide us with danger,
As I avoided the evil well enough,
I wanted to know, I wished to believe,
(Like a man of words too well done) ,
What did I do when I met them?
They were not inquiring into my life,
The heavens of the heavens are vaster than space and time,
They unite the past with the present, and the future.
Our playing is in the middle, the opinion of mastership,
Which carried full life, living like lice, loving loathingly.
A cube is a shapeless animal,
The causes of its downfall are simple.
Simplicity is a star we call a sphere
But no shapeless animal resides - a cube.
The joining of hands compels one to be a bridge
That is built in a day;
These germs are your germs
Inhabiting the monster’s skin.