i know the world, it's full of mud i know the birds, that fly on fire i know soundation of the sharpest sword i know the moneys sound in case of lier
i know sluts, are pride than the ladies i know the ladies cheaper than the sluts i know the night of Satan's wailers i know the day of silence of the gods
i know how peacocks dab the crops i know how ravens tear the corps i know life suddenly can stops i know that all, but not myself