Rewritten: Kora in Hell: Improvisations II By William Carlos

When you hang your expectations on the line, you do not expect to see light and them trailing in the paths. Nor would you expect to keep your heart clean by putting it in a box. However and of course if you are a fearful type, non-resilient, weak and the like going under your fears every night in the dark, you would not leave off the cliff and expect to handle a ton of challenges without at least mopping yourself on a floor of pride, as weird as it may be. Then how will you expect a smooth trickle of luck to follow you through the journey of this earth without—oh, come let us walk together into a den of doom awhile first. One must be committed to much good deeds before his bones are tuned to these dried skeletons. You see there is a bridge of the disconnect between us. You think you can jump up from your gross neglect of these teachings and at a gesture fling it all off and roll out in silver to my golden tips. Ah, it is not that I do not care for you, always!

Wildkhard [TA]