Your words are twisted with purity and gold
With no stained bloods resurrect in you
You Have been craving for good onwards
The camels and goats were never eaten by one
Who once become a witch monster of craft but an enigma of one's spirit will transfer into your soul and body


My ribcage that directly punctuated with your hearts unstring
The flesh of one's soul is always wanting you no more
For which enters your heart and brain;
Cognitively will back from you