In a sink of hope thee pray for love. to emerge to clause thy end.
"Open thy gates of hell, they shout!".
Hell on earth. Where thy kids lost in vain in pain insane.
Thy chain kept thy promise to run to lean.
As thee women, being expose to revolution that who thee,
has thy power desperately create a lying revelation,
to play them as thee are worthless.
The old man looks of all what left.
Human combustion machine lie with words nor hope.
As we just stand here and see nor action? Shame! Shame.. Shame.
When night appears, stock of body lying around,
with dead fly dead meat.
Nearly death, thy women kids old man gasping for,
the last air last blink last link. What last there is hope.
Hope that always being a round in their heart.
Where is not food nor drink thee asked, happiness and total freedom.
As wise child spoke, happiness happen when shared not joy.
Be as good as man, be as good as stand.
Giving them a better smile a better run. Not bitter.
"No one can propose unless it being expose! Nor proposition can stand in thus position to write a petition",
Just a total freedom. Total.
Let thy smile craft in thou thin skin, thee bone seen body.
Let thus rush answers, is god who gave thee this not us.
The night still dark, where thee sleep and thou awake.
Thus thin protection from think nor tons of food will feed thee joy.
Is thee smile.
Dawn nearly shown it glitters from the east. It hasting and melting all darkness.
What left is to be unseen. A sparkle of dead body. "Look is the sun, is the sun",
Thus smile appear heavenly, illustrate mercy from god.
Thus it began a new day with,
thee smile upon them.
Have mercy.
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