Once again, the shattering shard of the approaching night beats and sobers up: in a precious day, less can be lived again! The longevity of our promising promises disintegrates when we understand our shining, precious Star-eyes, our lies pity! Our exaggerations are already emerging from the cavities of the eye-craters aching like stigma - we should divide our days, which are scarcely tailored in the final Time, better! It would emerge from all the ashes that failure could only hold - it could resurrect with a stubborn blaze for yew-flowered Hope Days!
 
So few could have been left wrapped in unquestioning words of Faithfulness by the Judging Handshakes, forever confidential gazes! Celebrity graces, mannequins, money-hungry gorilla-jams with swollen biceps, who are accustomed to bowling in the crossfire of suspicious Cherub and Jackal glances, prevail sooner than a comet dying among vulnerable Humans! Eden tomatoes are just the redeemed gon, if they exist! A stranger and a stranger who came out of their rags and you could be the only ****-bitangs, knowledgeable relics that you did not listen to the words of a wise-prophet!
 
Behind the paved paths of your career, you laughed at your stumbled victims rather than uplifting them! "My never-before-seen confident smile only exists in legends!" It would be good to survive even among predatory fish!