Introduction

Hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through the pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to a rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, Mandrake will cry,
in front of the Riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

Angry as he strikes out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
with nothing to look forward to,
time and again,
many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend,
the candle is burning,
your letter is send.