The founder will not find
the copper to cast the history...

We are going back.
Let it be...

A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs...

Sun breaks
on green lake...

Anointed truth
had no path. Path...

Will not donate
my bloodstained shirt...

Would not move the things.
They had moved me...

It was the frontal assault
of brutal summer...

Inexplicable.
I run my own life, when...

Open the news paper
and find out that war has a set sequence...

Questioning yourself-
like a Spanish Inquisition...

O Zero man! you come
with a continuous denial...