kaden - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

The past alien

"Foreign dog '
wind cross the sky already Lapi
He expects the new rose
sees the purpose of the blasphemous perversion man
running out between me and full of suffering and transience flame treacherous past
dance wildly rejected clouds ...
beautiful leaves fear
You
elusive forgotten Satan always tempts
Long lie the heart of the new loses quickly
Red Cross to spit
the penalty of sin trappy...