It pains the tree to let it’s fruit fall on a stormy weather..
It pains the rain to fall to till the earth..
It works a versel to the fullness activity of life...
How can I say ...for words forbid I be angry...
We all live in argony, disgust and penury..
I wish I could take your breath and dump your corpse....
For ballad is a remedy for remembrances...
To the words of deceit and the soul of wickedness is seeking your reproach....
Oh I wish you knew you were a foe among the sheep,I wish I never knew you....
For we all leave a memorial to kiss the sands of time..I wish the earth would leave you beyond the hemisphere....and the heat burn your flesh.
I wish you sweat on a running soul...Drain blood all the way....
Wickedness is an act no one’s heritage....
We all will go....beyond we will go.....were my will wouldn’t save you from Anguish and dispare
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
It pains the tree to let it’s fruit fall on a stormy weather..
It pains the rain to fall to till the earth..
It works a versel to the fullness activity of life...
How can I say ...for words forbid I be angry...
We all live in argony, disgust and penury..
I wish I could take your breath and dump your corpse....
For ballad is a remedy for remembrances...
To the words of deceit and the soul of wickedness is seeking your reproach....
Oh I wish you knew you were a foe among the sheep,I wish I never knew you....
For we all leave a memorial to kiss the sands of time..I wish the earth would leave you beyond the hemisphere....and the heat burn your flesh.
I wish you sweat on a running soul...Drain blood all the way....
Wickedness is an act no one’s heritage....
We all will go....beyond we will go.....were my will wouldn’t save you from Anguish and dispare
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32/M/Delta State,Nigeria
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
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