What would you give for what your soul craves?
Would you sever an arm to strike a knave?
For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade?
Otto, a hunter rotted in rave,
Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will.
he is a slave …
yet time will rust both chains and will..
There's people who wrote some ideas But there's people who put ideas in your head it's not the same. However this guy will chatter your concept of ideas and introduce you to a new type of imagination. A type you're not ready for cause when you start it's only one way up.