An abundance of love and ephemeral peace. The sacred words of these visionaries in my mind are continually heard. Other enlightened minds use their words for correcting and rewriting historical forms of malice and iniquity. Small little minds dream this question. Yet I remain optimistic, constantly I give my plea.
People listen and merge with the prophetic wisdom emblazoned by fire of the mighty warriors.
The substance dwells in the sky, sending out streams of sound it manifests the arrival of untold brave prophecies foretold by my rightous visionaries.