What ephemera and dull is our fate.
the most judging perverting all, for its taste.
one for the fire one for deep abyss ,such a grief.
ask for the destiny, meet with predestination in odd rife.
take all  from me, i dont care; for thee all the last meaning.
what a fate for me if im preordained to bid sepulchral flaming?
wish ye may tell; between the gloom and bloom where ye toll thy bell.
cause my little fingers are empty in day, and in my nights no one cant tell.

what much distress my life behold in dragging along sol day.
though my soul singing in azure of happiness, i lust stay.
such a mud that needs nothing but a dread torment.
from the past and deep into present denouement .
but if im sea snail i will be tossed for eternity.
still, sad to be predestined to sin and piety !