The past pains
The future rains
With dogs & cats it shines
All my success to be filled in a few lines

The church doors already rebuffed
My life slowly halfed
Shame & disgrace is the fate
All I see is clearly Mr.Late

The media has killed my soul
Pornography & fury it has sown
Who am I to survive streets arousation?
HIV & his friends have found a station

Bankruptcy & brokeness on my door
With their ugly mouth they continuously roared
As if beautiful
Always proud leaving me shameful

I don’t know what is coming next
The graves continuously send encouraging text
Will I be there soon?
I don’t know is the answer from them moon

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