Artistic Freeak. Can’t fit in city’s smaller than Jupiter. Who are? to judge me? ,,Bringing happy dust, shooting stars high! They were trying to eat you. By god you’re made of flesh. Who can you escape from, without a hero on your neck. It isn’t me! I’m just around the corner, pose-sleeping in smoke of death. Life is gritty for those who lost! but I can’t lose faith. I won the unfair destiny! and I will Save You, from falling into the trap of an evil saint.