I could remember everything, everything is now clear to me. Thy gold, thy silver, all of them in one accord.
I could still remember thy touch, so divine, oh....! Everything that seems so unreal then, I now understand. My poetry, my beauty, all have deserted me and has put thee into unquestionable dancing tit.
Nothing at all, seems forgotten. This time, I was right. My truthful lies has come to reality. All what I have forseen through the mirror of time has now been perceived via the world's bird eye view.
You may as well, take me as nothing beauty, but remember thy beat has to bear witness one day. It might wander via the villages per say, for you have no control of anything. Or per say, it all lies in thy care.
The goose of games is come, you all know that, let's bless her now, that her beauty might overshadow us. I make no judgement, but believe or not. I am with thee to the ends of the World.