Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an
On a starry night whispers its oat

I do no not know why they lie,
I do not know why they all loathes
I do not know why they swore to lo
Not all of them, but most of them
—But don’t ever be like them, even

There are sweetness in his blazing
Admiration of kind mind that winds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where

Love will have no manners
Or conciousness to rebuke for,
Because nothing dire will decend
When eyes finds an obssession to f
Will it walk on rail and loose tra

Art of loving is a complicated Ar
it must not be too Abundant or too
and Moderation is an hard option t

Many had played this game like a c
A mouse, we once played the game b
Drained and emotionally out of dep
The game hates to differ and knows
Fight for this game and be careles

Life is nothing but misery,
Every dimension you may prefer
Is not enough space for you to bre
Life is wonderful,
Live it as you wish and live it

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

It will never go
or give up,
It is a wanted
resident
Making its way to a

Deception is a great feeling for
Those who it pleases to lie;
But truth is sacred and the
Continual of all lies.