Scopperloit

Scopperloit

Every destination leads to new memories,

You compile reality everyday;

Some pebbles lost in the bay,

Surviving souls are hopes in your way.

Oh! The mighty sun,

What you saw in the road;

The cooks are busy in their Lives stove,

Water your happiness to harvest some love.

Actuality and factuality of life,

You device pain and cultivate all vice;

There is a growing tide,

You decide your stride!

Now when the moon grows full,

You decide and break the rule;

Those innocents are not fool,

Killer – go back to your school!?