Whilst I'm standing-

within the forest of-

enmity,a rising trumpet-

crescendo is heard.

With the heart of gold no more,

i walk towards without zeroing-

in on the target of searching the-

bridge to the land of rapture as-

the dawn of red revolution is the surrogate-

of tranquility.

Whilst my itinerary of-

ailments is buried by my-

bare hands,out of the-

blue,an irresistible being emerges-

with a dome of infatuating gold.

With no deceptions,she bestows the-

fruit of rapture upon me as paving the way for-

seeing the dawn of benevolence is my apex.

A bolt of the blue,when i taste it thoroughly-

a wild inspiration sparkles through my eyes-

as my empty soul is being swayed by the zest of-

ecstasy.

There it is.

An enormous dark-

yawning mouth is ahead-

of me.

I'm standing with-

a frantic heart as-

the purified body of-

mine is on the verge-

of being cast into the whole-

where the deadliest sins celebrate-

the dawn of red revolution.

Whilst I close my righteous eyes-

with no assumption,afflicting murmur-

is heard as it is accompanied by-

the rising exasperating crescendo.

A bolt from the blue,the amalgamation of the-

euphoric foe and the agent of agitated depression-

allows the phenom of bruteness make his presence felt.

Without raising my eye browns, he drags me all the way-

down to the Valley of Icy-Hearts.