Up to the hell he leads;
Blocking the bloomed bet
Advancing the awesome row.
Leaking to the true bliss of nature
Moving in the real hurricane of life
High in the pedestal to fell free
Only to mark the real human nature.
More and more to gain,
Win and yearn for grain
Rhythms to change the path
But it can't lead me to his!
Way be HE show me
Deviation may locked be;
Pleasure and pleasure to he
Measured and measured by me.
