But bless just a few
May be heart breaking,
in the now-only sight
While the real essence of salvation.
The king for eternity
He who wins the cruel enimie's mind,
Leading to the sea of guilt
The charming chant to conquer life itself
Capable of redifinig final words
The brooch of real power
It might be a sweet lie,
Blows out of bleeding mind,
A never fading smile accompanied.
No chance for a happy prince,
Just a little for a satisfied sage
Only for the one whom
Well versed on breath's necessity
The greed to it only.
To it no human's perfectly just
But it is...
The song by falling flower
One that's in disguise till full stop
The never defied promise
Still spreads the irritation of light,
Yeah, of the right vision
Though gifts the Ultimate Calmness
To witness even
Day long Smileful betrayals
