Salt, is yours...
Now in courage
We see the decision's of power
In curious time, the world's joy to wage:

Contrary to provided ought
My nearer kind, is a legend
Many more ideas, misery's lot
Survives the creed of us, religion?

What is waiting for us...?
Same stir, same question
Answered by quite; lover we thus
Like promises found in the world's way, a voices blessing...

Conscience seems to begin here
With the day, we knew a hat
Still somehow the place of a sincerity to near
Fate copes; for those who know, what...

End's hatred with me...
Opus was a certain, hill of adding
Of a sharing, only a given cope, can give intimacy...
Believe me, the only problem here, was in the asking