Listen to the voices, sweet-sweet aroma, hold my hands, let no one, damn it, recognize... Monveï - is he the one you know, but you don’t? 

My heart stinks and rots, my body is long lost, don't worry, don't puke, spew out - a new soul, the sky is gray, my soul is long lost, no, but abandoned, yes  nothing shall be heard as i end, as i sing her laments

Farewell trees

-Jaonh Doe