problematic is the renewal of my soul, systematic is my need to be evolved. quite listless are the streaming roads leading to the ends of this weary world.
now breeding are conjectures in my skull, still breathing is my life - soothing cold, with this possession in dispossession tearing up my vile flesh and decrepit bones.
soon forgetting to be adorned laughs will soon start to be heard, once the fluent waters of the flood swallow up the darkness it's become.
give me reason, i undergo deep sleep live forever and give side to my good and dear