GENRE: Musical
LOGLINE:
Lay stretch brother! The soul's your entity
When mingles with a place, division writes in your fate
Middle the borders welcomes your home
Safest you are! Until pointed wires curse your little life
Foot prints of those penetrate the land of one's own
or bite master's apple; sure bullets shows thy path
And hell scratch thy back.
Peace after havoc, havoc after peace...
Mine earth beneath me, your's there
As seems one's own monarch; why lay
in state of play and be a domestic frog of its well?
Retreat to your's, the neutral heavenly home.
Albeit civil race seeks joys of generation
But seven colors leap your fastened heart,
and you only a gender; no name neither shame
Like a whitish beard soul, in loss of kith and ladybird
Afar top snowy hills, lost somewhere
beyond the world.
Bury in your lease, the golden treasure
of scaleless pleasure; hide until
the aged greats discover
out the sand belong to no men
An antidote against one's own.