I've got the religious thing
Had it since childhood
Yes, fear of death
Those minarets aspire

Two years old in Taichung
Young sons sung
Exoplanets spin
Suffering is caused by desire

The way to Salvation is narrow
Hard to pass
Like a Razor's Edge
Thus say the wise

Nothing ventured, Nothing gained
Denver, Colorado
She said I'm strange but nice
Black hair, blue eyes

             American thighs