Dear precious creatures of the world,
My soul goes out to the precious creatures of the world,
Because if we're not for the caring and kind companions who would we be but lonely creatures in a gigantic world?
Be warned said the man I found on the street corner of that night,
It's a quest he said one day from now is the world,
And 2 days from now is hell,
And three away from noon is blissful heaven's given away to created creatures of the Moon,
And we long since dead won't even know it's saying of the strange existence of sunrise and moons in the strange cries the living that always seem to die.
You said to me standing on the street corner and then I find myself taking your spot and saying once again to the passers in the buyers it's a quest he said one day from now it's the world.