Grafters Phenomenal

Slow to the touch, I become untamed softly into the reveled paradise. Shadowing my own reflection, I become too unworldly in this wicked sanction that becomes too engulfed.

Knowing what it was to feel the pain of sunlight, that rays cascades of flowering flesh, but to too touch it became too cold to the core.

As the light seeps into the unknown, we became one. By this i agree to speak and shine the light that keeps the deep thinkers thinking.

By rattling the roaring cage that gets filled with lion among wolves, we learn that no every wolf dresses in sheeps clothing.