The game became
old
The candle,
the wick,
the tallow,
and the oxygen
All are
stolen goods
Now,your wheels on railroad;
encountering the angle of attack

The wanted is:
to giving up your hands,
and put their back of your head
inside the gloominess

Then,
you can't even to damn the darkness
you are a good man
and the world goes on
in horselaugh!
be a cactus
and say: No