Would you care to stand the agony? From the rain shattering glass... Our blood colourful not ebony... When will this painfulness pass? Opaque my view in front of me,
They couldn't have stopped the rain, From falling upon me still; Never said they weren't sane, That's enough, I've had my fill. I had thought of this before, Why is it I can't deny?
Haven't you heard? The war of "kernels" are o'er! Between the fishes and the sea --- Twilight shone the victor's plea. But there flies feast the dead; And girls mourn their lover.
"Really now?" she said with a playful tone, the look in her eyes full of ambiguity. Her finger reached up to her bronze-coloured hair and twirled a few locks.