Cold in the sands,
I respire to the be the drowned,
On the betrayal of wisdom,
To preach the notions of freedom,
I dont rebel to my lust,
But still roams to decent,
The venom is sweet inside me,
But stinks bitter who hate me,
The equity to predicate my companions,
incarnates to the life of abjures,
I dont manifest who judge me,
they vatic the senses of my fables,
and they yell to acknowlege me a liar,
I spare them to yen the zaphyr,
But in me there still lives a liar,
I live the life of an optimist,
to forge the consequences of death,
I bare the heat to go retarted,
there still lies a fate of zenith,
where i cannot fly to grow mantic,
I cannot heal the ecstacy i gave,
I cry on the tombs of the lives i take...
