Neither the bare of the polycant is on my lips, not the burnt of this chronic ascension is a lasting bridge, my beloved is now so falcon on the scales, not the flight head, no unmistakable, no longer loves you, I know my name from you, I would like to come from you. Not from the aliens of the gods, I have come from your eyes, not from the letter of ignorance, not the constant delusion of death, no longer knows love I have been on you, no longer the desire for reflection, no longer on the treasure trove of persons, no longer dormant of death.
