Once upon a Golden bail of time
Came a sanded mind thought.
Objective to a thing you hold divine;
Over which you have fought.
Into futures past forgot.
The mind is caught.

God; The lost brazen twine hold
What makes you bold;
To throw cold
Power. Behold!
Time is not to be held souled!
Be another restarted.
We darted the Green Terre surface,
An excessive power lot;
Fusion plots
To hold things in .”
Hold to time divine
Brazen graphite wines.
Murder; A Calabean soul.
Distorted grows control.
Please exhunt; be one only
With mind and body.
Forget control,
Power corrupts.