Massive stars projecting light, seen by all in the darkest of night. Elements smashed in wondrous ways, intrepid by souls as they may. Thus, I journey through hills and valleys, lit by a torch of hopes dreams, as I march in continuous procession I fight the winds of historical oppression, gilded by lessons of falls and follies, and like the stars I am the light. I vow never give up the fight. I smash elements in wondrous ways intrepid by souls as they may.
Beware of trickster that sells clever patina that tricks the mind into grandeur and splendor then falsely marks up as greater demeanor. Cause’ when the real diamond enters the room the tricks are over real quickly real soon. And when trickster realizes his sad business fate he’ll soon fill the room with deep misguided hate.
And as the diamond continues to shine the trickster will say that’s mighty fine rhine’ and offer pay her only dime.