You guide like all is costly
You talk about lame and vulgar thing as it have no cost
You talk about stolen words
While all your story is a copy of a copy of star dust
While you steal innocent lives to ascend at other costs
Then erase all the sacrifice as it hadn't cost

- cowards
seeking power as for protection from the inevitable
while steping aunts and other little ones in your walks

I still will live enough to see ashe's cost.
And I will light enough any breath
and any spark that fuel this Burning Desire.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 999 AF.