Behemoth's seem to weareth white robed apparel these day's
They giveth thee a gaze
And layeth in their own deceit,
Spreading their feet laxed to the hurt they causeth other's....
Monster's hateth light
Even one another.....
Yet I shalt bypass these fiery trials
Wherein it shalt taketh many miles
But passing through the fire furnace
I shalt be sparkling luminescent on the other side
I feeleth high from
This happiness that hit's,
For those that hit and miss
Sorry for thy loss
But mine soul's a glimmer
Of what thy jealousy hast lost....
I am being raised
To the cumulus elixer
Feeling good now
I'm free to go forward....