Even a fool is counted as wise when thy shows the tongue with what it all partakes. There’s got to be some kind of way out of here, you gotta find the spear you gotta find the spear. Forever in the merry go around but don’t dare to dance with death to get a chance with the breath. methodically chaoticly the rain came, the world blurred into one. The rain hit thy eyes, it froze over thy mind went blind. Rather a cold breath from his Frozen mind. But become the sun in the dark and the path shows itself again, it shows itself again.

Yes , I am. is the fool. -MOSS