A letter fallen into gold and ashes,

Beware of gold digger impostors.

The silence is deep and the hour is late, I have the pen in my hand, I want to write more, but tired it falls from my hand.

What good are all your troubles, child? Don't you know that man by nature is evil in himself and the world is ruled by fools?

What secrets do you want to know, what laws do you want to know? when secrets and laws do not exist! Love has long since left the living and life is cruel and sad.