Spread all the seeds, and it will grow,
Spread all its weeds that I can't mow,
Spread everything until it hurts—
The figures around me slowly approach...

Now it's an endless noise—
A raid of blazed words, I must say
Shaking my head, wondering what is happening,
Weeping while I endure its ferocity.

Turning my head left and right,
While I stand right here, unable to fight
Starting to feel the usual— agony and sorrow
Its tenebrosity begins to burrow!

Rumbling till my hollow mouth,
Due to the pain and suffering that I'm having!
I'm still shaking from its fiendish flames,
While the figures around me— looking at me and gaze!

And from such, maybe I'll say—
"I surrender! I couldn't fight for another day!"
For I wish the insults never accused me—
Of such a wicked lay!