Fast moving skies going places, constanly changing appearance in my eyes and leaving the path on which war walks
Humans are creating new bioplasmic energies for the world next to be empowered
Such ignorance in the learning process, evolving in a sphere of hateful hearts
Indulge the observer who's friendship has been criticized
Soon will appear a new light for those who acknowledge hope with wisdom in the dark
Like surrendering heroes who's fight has vanished inside
Merely a dozen of doves are standing by the wind collapsing to the great fear of the spring.
Embrace the green flesh of the newly created season and in your eyes will the fast moving skies tell the tale of the bride.