We don't have big rate because we are cigarettes-
Hue of ours varied but ripen to ashes of deceased.
Well we were but into the silver case
Lessen the seed of life,
We can’t sprout into the hell.
You take comfort by sucking and we die,
Even turned us into worthless.
We have stored muskets to bursting somehow
You don’t know that.
No more! no more! O Nefarious!
O, flatterer no rights you have over us.
The Sun sparkling, declares our day-
Brimful rain curling high in the sea
Bits of blazing fire falling down
To flaming their indecent
O, Devil! Be aware! Be aware!
Let the wings fly across the boundless blue-
The case will not able to make cage more-
Let the hands unfold and fly away
Together being united,
We will gather all strength
Into a cannon.