Tell me the memoirs of those who never brand, the odd to the incredulity .
and i will show ye the route that lays up to thy phantasm.
the light will blow deep depression, when thy live ring the barn of unlimitedness. but never utter a groan about .cause nothing is important: the victory,the aurora of the bloom fray, nothing more comparable.
so you may delay.know, there is star for thy yelling haplessly .
heaven may call ye a sticker but thy fellow may though go rough on the mindedness and almost antagonist along side .
brand the fire of the action in the fury of its unbelievable limitless.
hope deep cause heaven got crossed light.ye may though stepped
into the crackled dreams and got pushed underneath .
yet its the history of your likeness always tagging from the bottom.
of the line .i have witness :im the guardian of your tradition and wont.
that yell inner from your nightmare .i no recede cause the apes are far back from me , go and tell em :heaven gets a doors....