Jude for short.
Hush, my dear. I can hear your heart break. I see no tears, yet I see the blood. I see it spewing forth from your heart as it has been broken in two. I see your blank expression, it shows no emotion.
I'll walk with my fists clenched tight. They'll be hard as iron. A smile to fool millions. I'll strut like I rule the world. My back straight, shoulders up, and chest puffed out.
Say ta-ta to Milky Way as we're going up, up and away. Higher than the waves of cirrus you see, gyrating, putting nimbus' rain at sojourn and flee.
The tome of doom once again had come to fulfill its vow, breaching into the elastic void of nothingness, like that silent, sinuous approach of a snake through the long, wiry glass.
In la-la land, I'm being pulled by that twirling halo in Fantasia's dust and wand. It made me wore a crown of dancing powder in hue of golden rust.