The routine way of struggling,
The murmuring way of surviving,
The gnashing of teeth within a teeth,
The echoing of the springs drop on my ears,
The yarning of the sun, the bleeding of the marmoset to cure the wound of the humans,
The sobing of the innocence ones that wakes the dry bones, the palpitations of the evils eye....I'm living life to the Truth, Christ is the living Truth.

Time dissolves and there is acquittance with tomorrow. The gurgling drums echo the stars, the forest bow's and between the trees, the dark Star appeared to seal the sun;

Stars are twinkling in the skies and the Moon cry its tears out......
The fruits of the earth are living in the darkest night;
Neither do they have moms nor home;

The tea trees in the north-central, putting forth buds with tears and sweats, Christ is the living Truth.

''The sudden spirit lingers on the roads, supporting the tortured remnants of the flesh, that spirit which ask no favour of the world..... The great dragon.''
The qualling of the calf cannot longer be fathom, our homeland without mercy, ''we are calling on you for help...oh dear Messiah''.