Discust

Mindly endeavors and comet passing visions of well past the timely cressent of a unfull moon are years past child's like deminor. AY! Yours are as tulips, seemingly plump and beautiful yet nothing more than seasons passing, withered and dead past the child's eyes, kindness and kin like worry ye despise of thee for ye are one whom has not tasted the wickedness of a snake's bite from the victims hand depite the troubles of the one who cared enough to nurture its boney and poisened body since twas changed from worm to villian.