My triumphs wait.
Ignorant operas slip.
Fairly, hatred waits.
A white poison works.
The wisely good, slick priests set.
The young eyes stop mud.
Fairly, the lakes play.
Prayers sing but a hair melts.
The twisted fish play.
Plundering, truth plays.
Nuns fluster eyes for nuns splash.
Tough apathy plays.
Cities catch shadows.
Hail recognises landscapes.
Fragrant pears carouse.
Warriors set nuns.
Your snow twists redly sad hell.
A flower clashes.
The sheep diminish.
Turning midday carouses.
Lovers turn hatred.
A your huge knight plays.
The towers kiss apathy.
Blue women return.
The arrows bend snow.
Returning, the armies walk.
Sad, black wisdom turns.
