I creep through , the doorway of THE HEAVENS ANGELS, only to find myself in remorse. Thoughts tremble through my BLOOD past my BONES onto the stairway of FORGETFULNESS.
I had never thought of life without my body, to be so SELF EXSITING. If you see that all the windows QAUKE with DISRUPTION after the LOUD THUNDERS of silence when all has set sail, in the STREAMS of COMBAT. WHO I' mean WHOO has to offer my ABUNDANCE, of sapphire & GOLDEN TRAILS. For I SHALL reign without any matters of ORDER, let my will be free. And my STANCE take down the FEARLESS, and those who may not tremble. LET my justice become the infinity for my friends without the COURAGE to remove the cartilage from the DUSTED veined. For ONE man may remove the billions of unmatterly and unruly. The FINAL chime like the RYTHME of a clock, unleashes his ULTIMATE BLOW. Those who call out to me for I am SUBTRACTED of an amount. I am reviled as the SENSELESS. FOR I AM A "SHINOBI"
the day of the dead