I am The Phoenix. My wings are of fire and my tears are of hope. I move through countless cycles of death and rebirth during my time on earth. My first death reduced me to coal and ashes, but after some time, I was embraced by a motherly wing and…

The self-decline bastion of human rights, rises above, But gravity makes angels fall, They chased  Lilith out of  pardes Arguments for killing of one another’s kin, She here white money whispering about a could, dead and flemming goal In the end we might be hurte  and after hurte there is…