Nothing

Water that is unable to quench my thirst,alters in flames
and relentless ties, all one in the same for this hour.
We can't write to save a tithing trial.
When I look back at the time of being one in the same with your affliction I cry.
Maybe if i made a reserve of all that remained I could alter the destined consonants.
If you are no longer the flames taking my flesh, forget it.
I won't be one with another.
Challenge the afflicted and thoughtless.
If there is a dreamer, where is the constructor...
With desires and unquenchable thirst, anger and fretting will be the endless fortune.

With nothing possible to catch the drowning bodies, cry for what you want more.
If Jesus is your nothing possible. Cry out Iliadless child.