Sorrow’s reflection over sense of suffering still newer prayers for every next minute slobering for ownership eyes in flames of treachery. Tortures, scars of existence. sorrow, tears – everywhere sowed. A cradle of wrong and voracious comfortable, on the ground of abyss cold of death still importuner to your slack distanting flairs. Brutality, false, disrespect a ultimate redemption’s guest to cross this line, the line of death a way of oversight and calm Lie and quietly end your prayer any hindrance before the present faith in future fate. All, all’s a waste away intense growth of taint inside by one is total rot no, any strength to oppose future image of this world is just in time of extinction.