Mayday! Mayday! It shouted, screaming out it guts, trembling like ??an eruption scenario,
Swerving for balance despite the looming crash, waiting like ??a disaster about to happen,
All these streaming thoughts at the devil's frequency is really ??a crazy driving, losing control is welcoming negativity.
This land is ??a fertile soil, and only the issues of life grows here, trespass not ye corrupt seeds,
Only bountiful harvest abounds here.
Don't pull me towards your centre you evil gravity,
See no evil, read no evil, it only breeds corruption and births the same.
Anathema to the...