Perchance, I was granted to an orifice;
My iris couldn't lie a glimpse,
Penetrating a sincere vision Tomorrow;
Sharing equal eye with the God all seeing.
Whatever cause this be I do not know,
But this I know in knowing tomorrow
My end do haste. I see I shall perish
Upon the hands of a savior, a Samaritan
After been killed by my own to die.
Napping endless foams whilst...