Analysis of Eloquence Orators

I can speak to the stars
Let me speak to heal your pretty scars
Also, I wished you speak to the Dead?
Was born to show the strange realm like the one to aged Nebuchadnezzar's the Head
But suddenly to please them, if you're yet sojourn this world
You turn a fabricated ones and not divined.

If you can utter or shows a maxim good judgement
Whole world in it's wide hate you
Be you a lie apostles to become their best brother
If not, you're not yet well an outspoken
You're not baked in their alter oven
Stoners throws you brick  a Matyr's like Even Steven
And by this your shamefulness
 shall not be open
Trust me, men loves you because you told and show a lie.