I ask you, to be my
rage. Unwavering in...

Treading on burning cinders
it was a saga of fear versus unknown...

The intimate god,
versus the body of slain faith...

The evil city? You
become the smallest...

The dancing paper,
humilates the pen...

Ready to dismember the red geraniums
rains had no mercy...

Half night of insomnia
half night magma...

A quest for celestial insanity
brings some comfort...

To foil the pride of
initiating the blasts...

There was a soul-searching
after a negative assassination...

Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you...

This was a twisted ladder
for reduction of poverty...