I raised earth with beauty's guise.
Chaotic pretty lies on high,
With that apricot orange I peel off.

But thou eatest the Sun who want to cry
and be pride as loved sin.

I once stole the actionless for waitin' someone read the letters.
And I said-
"Be patience, be granted and be-"

Crying, Ignorance!
The Devil's laugh doth like hell to make it thorw Sun on bag.