What makes you cry? A promise that has been made by a bad lie. A friend that wreathed a piece of a ring and buried it inside. Deceived by a ghastly-looking serpent that bedizens his true colors that he dyed. I never look at a fly or a good guy pass by...

Have you ever sat back unflappable? Have you realized that your mind can gladly tug you into the unknown? The feeling of utter emptiness mutters to you not to worry about it. In your imagination, it is just another superstition madness where you flail ...

So long my beloved mocking bird. Thee shall not be harmed by a disgraceful dive. Behold how they spake with a thought-provoking prose. Their words marked them as witches bedizened in a guilt-ridden vesture, I suppose. Hark! thou little one, the feat...