Taste my truth. You misused and abused me for the last... time.
Crime of taste. Lay waste to the colors for you shall never see another god again. You will be secluded and then, you shall always be alone. Try and write a poem for a profit then. Bend your eye's you who oppose me. Take your demise with all that's proposing. Make me lay waste and I will.
For I will you to be still.
If words can take down a god, then maybe you will look towards the reckless life of job.
Take your brain and read all that I write.
Don not try to fight.
Love of lamp.
Light.
