His Candor savours the sweet wine of freshly made insight. His comments ooze of deep watered sea- of cognizance, dogma and lore.
His virtue vehemently tears down the wall of hollowness and his vice in all goodness can only tell of geniality.
Sweet goodness!!! His tears speaks of hope, resolute will, and grand slam.
Oh yes! He conquered. He twisted the devil's head and flung his tail in the fire of misery. He is a victor.
Vice and Virtue, his moniker sends down chills of 'mindsual' feelings. I wonder how I feel if I get to see he whose deep mind always remind me that I know nada.
