Down the dark haunting gutter, he jumped into it
With the intent of cleaning our country in his hundredth attempt!
Then, Saw another beautiful soul rise into heaven again,
Now I am standing on the mouth of it with my emotionless face plain.
Every grain praised the ascending angel,
Hope in afterlife he will meet Gabriel
Now saw on this Death Valley, his innocent companion cried with all her throat grunting
Alas, he left this angel, should be there too residing.
Nah, I saw her to be again someone's companion,
What a cruel dichotomous soil we are on!
That butterfly wasn't old, ******* but desolate abandoned on the streets,
Smells in the gloomy wind compelled her to be in one of another matrimonial deals.
Ah! My eyes, the drop of rain flows through the leaves.
God, wish if never were aware of this. please!
Wants to blaze that demonic gutter along with all the creatures inside,
Ah! Might receive hell but there I would happily reside!
Am I only the arc of this brutal cycle?
Perhaps no, there are still many ones who are about to crackle!
Life I possess as a bucket of elixir but full of holes.
Loved my motherland but hate it as well for it is run by cruel pathetic moles....
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 8:17 AM UTC
Down the dark haunting gutter, he jumped into it
With the intent of cleaning our country in his hundredth attempt!
Then, Saw another beautiful soul rise into heaven again,
Now I am standing on the mouth of it with my emotionless face plain.
Every grain praised the ascending angel,
Hope in afterlife he will meet Gabriel
Now saw on this Death Valley, his innocent companion cried with all her throat grunting
Alas, he left this angel, should be there too residing.
Nah, I saw her to be again someone's companion,
What a cruel dichotomous soil we are on!
That butterfly wasn't old, ******* but desolate abandoned on the streets,
Smells in the gloomy wind compelled her to be in one of another matrimonial deals.
Ah! My eyes, the drop of rain flows through the leaves.
God, wish if never were aware of this. please!
Wants to blaze that demonic gutter along with all the creatures inside,
Ah! Might receive hell but there I would happily reside!
Am I only the arc of this brutal cycle?
Perhaps no, there are still many ones who are about to crackle!
Life I possess as a bucket of elixir but full of holes.
Loved my motherland but hate it as well for it is run by cruel pathetic moles....
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