As the ink of my pen flows Thoughts in my brain begin to blow Expressing the emotions that I desire Despare, comfort and love is more than I require Feeling humble and kind is my admire I write what I feel like a small squire I write about doubt on the love we desire How love is no more til someone expires No it's about the bodies touching each other with the greatest fire Its no more about the gold from within the soul of the girl you desire I write about how war became more fun than the peace we require Killing people has became a hobbies for every murderer Killing women and children with the coldest blood and spreading their pictures on Facebook like fire Hell is more peaceful than this earth we occupy and desire.