Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...

Justice is a balance, an equation of something
as deep as our souls...

Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...

Hey little bird, hey little bird,
are you as hurt as my heart...

Life is a portrait
that we draw of ourselves while...

Blackamoor singing
and his teeth brighten the room...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

On the cash you say
"In God we trust" though the cash...

Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

These shoddy people
they all are nothing but ears...

O merciful God
please forgive them for killing me...