Will ever life be fairly schemmed?
If it was a screen play I would dare
The act, your role young lion. Grief
Is all what I afford to pay you bro.
I never knew it could turn this short
Mother earth to devoure and devoid
Yet to dance in the dust storms oh!
Shades no mercy... Digging deeply
If ever I be crafty, Damn be this life
We ever live but too short for the
Epoch stood mist amidst us. That
End you are is far a distant. Not hearts
Alas this phase inflicts more than
It ever assured. Young brother you
Brought unending grief to mine fregile
Heart. With heart Rest In Peace Author.