PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

Here's a preaching to the son, who neglected gray-hairs that toiled in rain and sun, Praying and begging to set your light on hills, they had no clothes or shining jewels. There's mystery behind old rags, Like togs they were, Sun and rain trounced 'em hard, While tilling ground to bring forth greens On your wooden table. White hairs are unbearable results, Not dyed or colored but reproaches And scorn paid to 'em, While breaking rock for pure honey To modify your sulphurous future. Midnight can testify their blistering tears Which their pillow and bedclothes sucked like newborn baby — Is it the words of men or living? No! hot tears of how your future will glitters,  Even when they're in resting in grave. But here you are, Your tree is bringing bountiful fruits, While some are full of greens, others dried up. Yet you care not for the old rags that  Watered and fertilized your tree from  Seeding. You give to those don't who plant, neither did they nurtured you, Yet...

Seed of an harlot, trampling on their soil Like a begotten son. Son calved out of wedlock, Bragging like a royal son, He demands laurels  from seed of the land. Result of adultery, Walking around their land Like result of fidelity. When he was sent out of the land Of his adulterous father, He gathered worthless men, That were rejected like forbidden fruits. They went to the wilderness, Training in ocean of heating soil, Day and night, seeking for strength. When war was walking, To land of begotten seeds, like worm, they are nerveless, They seek help from seed of an harlot. Rejected stones are now holding Pillars of the mighty tower; Rejected seed are now bringing  Bountiful fruits to the barren land. Product of one nightstand, Working wonders like a wondrous Warlord — At the first, they were dung to The begotten seeds but now a Rex.     

  From the fruitful tree, They sighted us like prey, We have nowhere to go, than to swiftly crawl into dusty soil. Poison lies in our venter, Which makes us unique  Among other deucedcly reptile, knavish fibre is interposed in our coldblooded. Like an eagle, they target from distance, their legs is full of piercing nails Which torn our flesh in their fiendish nest,, With their incisive mouth, they feed their young ones. Yet they aren't king of birds. Battle have been drawn Twixt the empyrean and tellurian, it was bad days for science for tellurian, Because boneless is it, but venomous. With unimaginable power the weak tellurian Coiled round the empyrean whose wing  Is communicating with air Are we not like hawk and snake? The strong wreck the weak, Their piercing nails oppress Our depressed beingness, Their hope is to feed our flesh To their wingless children. They want to reign in the firmament and tellurian. Are we not hawk and snake? We live on land, striki...

Stunning sun swim in sad sky, Swimming to the belly of the cloud, The glory of golden night is growing up, Sun is going, he's waving to the sons of the day. Glory of the day is down, Dusk is coming with grievous duskiness, Where no man can sight what's coming, Death of day's glory brought corruption to reign. Cloud is happy to swallow truthful sun, Bringing gloomy moon to reign among duskiness, He covered the blues from seeing his deadly atrocity. Like a wildfire, his glory shines forth from grave, From grave, he changed the color of dark men, Stars of the galaxy worship his lightness, With their little light, truth is brought to limelight.     

Mama woke me up, Saying, "your sleeping smile Is sweet like a snowy cloud, Are you sick? Or  'Tis a sensational symptom." I felt strong like Samson. I looked to reflector, hoping  He would tell me the nature of My morning rachitic, but he reflected my morning stunning symptom. I went to infirmary, To diagnose nature  Of my morning sweetly smile. I met a sorrowful satanic nurse, Trying to swindle my symptom, But my disorienting symptoms  Slapped her down to shame. Here comes the ducky doctor, Smiling sweetly like rose of sharon, He set his stethoscope on my shaky heart, Shocked appeared in his charming face Like a lightning from unlighted cloud. He took my reddish blood To laboratory and asked me  To stand to check the screen, He asked me to read the screen. Shockingly, I found your name Written in my blood like a law, Doctor said, "here are the germs Tormenting your morning sadness." He said, "Her smile is like a vaccine  To your sicking and sor...