I talked to the sky, he said even i have no answers of why, Try try try try, Battle worn ,covered in horns of torns , mistical, unicorns ,Ridden by war riddle Angels ,protect the realms , cutting off the horns of rams, It crams the elms , With the decaying hearts of lies, I talked to the king of trees ,He said this world is covered with fleas, Define the disease, in the particles, inside me, I don't understand anything inside magical times ,I answer to the voices inside my mind ,Who did this to me is my only infection in my clouded mind, I have no answers my memories are of my family, and i question why i have been caged inside a box of Misguided minds that think that im capable, of harm that hurts my heart ,