Aletheia, agreed the man that who talks the crowd and his sad words dazzled and blinded those who, sightless, worship and appeared the daybreak of the lonelyman who loved so much that with his sinching naked his plenitude the longer doubt kisses his end tell, aurora, birng me away, far away where taht ignorant mess won't cool down the shadow from that who walks following this try of light poor as the turbulent water from the river who rushes furiously, rich as its specks of bright cause they find the sea.
The eagle of reason glides over western woods and spies on his sure flight on the only who really knows alliance with the snake who gobbles stupid mice let's begin today with teh masterly aria from the fall of all idol brother nietzsche, remember us in your divine grave cause just in graves, can be resurrection amen.