I agree in the agreement that black has taken me past,
Holding up the scenery of love in an hour glass,
Fear of blacks danger, the locust tarry through the night,
Leans of lost colors until I look up to the stars that are bright,
Reaching to the skies I sit in its appearance,
Stocking the moon’s reserve from the battle warlock band pigments,
The vanishing clouds that hover the past to the presence,
The key that unlocks the restore of the last clip to ledger.