The Struggle Without Appeals

Starting from a sincere affection ...
Paint all the subtle flavors ...
now i start story ...
Whilst moaning against the d ...

No appeals ...
Like burning larpa ...
Never did he care about his souls leaving his body ...
No painting how scary it is ...

Lightning like thunder ...
All power and hope spill ... all the rest anxious ...
There's not a ...
Want a moment to give room to complain ...

Raungnya slashed the heart ...
Countless sweaty grains ...
But the storm has not passed ...
He still and has not stopped fighting ...

Grasping his hands like a bone ...
Only he himself knows ... The gulf he will go ...

Now ... Rinih away ...
And the snow-white water began to tear ...
Not a whining roar loudly ...
Anxiety drifting away ... Because a bit of meat and blood clots have come ...

Come up like a star ...
Kumandang divine asthma sounded filled every side of the room ...
Born a fruit of love that gives light ...