As i write to thee,
Pedals withstand in harmoniousness seas,
For more of an ocean, tastes sweet as tea
i'd tempt not to sink, better yet to be
If such delicacy from infatuation,
Would seize to exist, this is beyond temptation
Lit in golden purification, ignited by our imaginations
Let us depart in rendezvous, towards our assassination,
For the world has us chained in vain,
We shall but to unravel, break off with no pain,
May the bullets and knives hold no gain,
As I have you, and but a word left to say .
