Good Life


My body goes into deep recession- deep enough to fancy the fallen gargoyle.

King Hades, bring your crown to the royal court.

I must confess that my ship has missed the port, so I shall lead my crew to the south side of the remote.

I swear on the blood of the father that I will take this oath.

To the grave if I must, and fully convey your worth.

The provocation you unleash is but a hobby for this mind.

So much is are your behaviors adapted within that all I see is kind.

In all honesty, I must say that your mental capacity is much more useful than what was expected.

But not a day passes when I wish I could figure the prophecy to this totem.