Your need of the hour
Is a heroic saviour
You're strictly baffled
Of your trash prayers
The world will soon awake
The shillin' will prosper your fate
But, Is this what you really want?
Being a millionaire from a shabby slum-dweller
Or just food, clothing and shelter?
Haven't you decided yet?
It'll matter your principles
It won't matter your bare disciples
Waitin' for your response
Think over it...plz...