Suppose hasn't defeated the source of my water
I am not enabled to guarantee
As the night closes and silence is not
The well spews suffering
Beyond contemplations hopes of before
A birth chart becomes possible
In my mind the war executes my wisdom
Mediator of ruins I am
Hear us painful
I cannot fly still
So as force as time
I fly still
Here is pain filled
I half and have given all
Prepared to end in evaporation
There are sounds as words escaping my needs

Time keeps to itself there

Something in a better life time
Was accomplished

The sufferer and it's creator
One of these