Feel the breed, look at the sky. Sons hidden in Michael Skin. Take a breath, look around, see the world. But they sweet, mat smere. Far high more. Here worst post says. Troop by war, Mind the world. And i feel, one day for real. Will all the race. The post mistance. The sun will wash away. Verta tee bla cry. The whole world. Choses, this majesty. And moist feel, will high, in the day. And night, from today, Shall answer the, Way. (by me)