dejavou cliche

Tryin to recover from accidental currents,my soul regimes on body once again!Effort n' sweat shall come upon my self to reconstruct a new idol.White Magic held in books,hides the power of thirteen thousand years.An untold secret,an unbarried chest storing its old value.Throughout the remaining years of my misery,the memory will not be spent.Past will be my future and present will no longer exist.For it is true my insanity runs over me and above me till there is no part left.Nonetheless the beggining..