Chickenpox can’t strike a host twice
Its the thunder bolt alike and likewise.
You can’t find fire in an ice
There might be truth in a lie
But a lie is a lie, and you know.
No fly would enjoy a ride
In a stormy cloud so it hides
For who would wish to crawl
Underneath the sands and stones?
So you nail my brain
With a hammer from my faith.
Faith for coin you continuously demand
Sick: you visit the best of medic land
Where is my faith; oh I’m blind!
I’m down with no bill or Kobo
Your pockets heavy, come pray for me!!!