They asked a scorpion:
"Why do you eat your mother after she gives you...

Recognize your own
beauty, by averring the...

The observer
is...

Life's the wrong angle
everyone must make it right...

I am the fire!
Thus...

Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...

Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...

The golden farms are
collective consciousness of...

It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

I was merely a
reflection on the water...

The anniversary of my fathers departure
Now...

_"I invite you all to the fire!"
Said the hero...