It pains the tree to let it’s fruit fall on a stormy weather..
It pains the rain to fall to till the earth..

It works a versel to the fullness activity of life...
How can I say ...for words forbid I be angry...
We all live in argony, disgust and penury..
I wish I could take your breath and dump your corpse....
For ballad is a remedy for remembrances...
To the words of deceit and the soul of wickedness is seeking your reproach....

Oh I wish you knew you were a foe among the sheep,I wish I never knew you....

For we all leave a memorial to kiss the sands of time..I wish the earth would leave you beyond the hemisphere....and the heat burn your flesh.

I wish you sweat on a running soul...Drain blood all the way....
Wickedness is an act no one’s heritage....

We all will go....beyond we will go.....were my will wouldn’t save you from Anguish and dispare