Miracle streams... spit threw tha spirit of kings... now in the land of the fiends, crack comes in a venomous sheet... render the beat... helpless through the tenar of heat... generals march and gods create everything... masterpieces like the paintings on chapels of the sisteenth.... or histories wonders like the architects building the spinx... spirtual links... or just tha ability of a creature greater than the biggest dreams... figures of speech... conditioned by the rigorous need... to conquer the universe and see what exists out of our reach... some cats talk others let their actions move thier feet... on a scale of 1 to 10 who has the skill to reach infinity... critical creeds... this is the riddle of he.... who walks with virtue and the intestional fortitiude to prevail when the decieved... diminish and drift beneath... cuz tha, spirit is willing but tha flesh was weak... destiny... its sad when the ones we love must rest in peace... but we will reunite when the wicked ventures cease... so until then my conquest is to rise to glory by whatever means... greed... its the clash of tha titans and jasons arganouts are searching for the, golden fleece... roll with tha beat, determination is the key... cuz in tha land of tha blind the one eyed man shall now rule the world as king.