Within the Rings and the fights within,
Within the Wings of a nut and its nutty productions,
Within the Things of a Productive mind and its rendition of others N M P,
You will find a line.
You will find the fisherman line.
You will find the out of the water words.
It is severly catchy.
It is a glimmer of beyond.
It is calling for your mouth to taste the shiny syllables of worlds beyond comprehension.
However grab it and you get the bitter bait of unabated truth,
However grab it and you finally fight for your life and its meaning,
However grab it and you are flying above the water for a while,
It spoke of looking for the first lights of dawn,
It spoke of looking out for the fifth day,
It spoke of looking for help in the East.
Add one and reverse, you have got yourself a D-Day.
Add many ones in the past and you have got many fishes coming out of their waters making a difference,
Add one to a five and there was a new dawn for men.
Poetic forecast, already gone with the wind.
Reverse the mathematics and you'll differ badly...with humanity: no dawn.
Plus one always add to human rights in the end.
The End.
In the beginning there was a fish that came out of his water and evolution carried on upon earth...
