Fast-Ii Poem by Andhy Shakespeare

Walking on th large ember be not chilly
Walking in a holy þing be not eað
Fiht-lac in th myddel of left desire be not chilly
Fiht-lac in th right þing be not eað
To-day... All on mee be in th myddel of real battle field
To-day... I must fighten 'til to th last drop of paþos
'tis th real battle of humans
'tis th battle 'gainst th devil in ego Defending th holy þhing in ego be helle for a while
Defending th holy þhing be deadprice
No words step back e'en a step
No words hesytancy e'en a little bit
I be in th palace 'cause of-It
I be in the palace for-It
No hesytancy of-It
No hesytancy to fighten for-It
I be abil to feel th dryness for th second lyf inside of larynx
I be abil to feel th battle inside of true human
But e'en so...
I be still standen up in th myddel of battle
Battle 'gainst th devil in ego
Th time be running away...
Th battle be running away...
Running away 'til th last way-point...
Running away 'til athan in th monarchy of Lord be declar'd...