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The clocks ticks slow but moves so fast
Patience we loose whereas no time
We emulate the flying birds
Creating the planes without feathers
No doubt we are the wise apple
But we are worst than the cattle
We love the riots and disorder
We love the blood of our brothers
We spank and we rape our sisters
Yet we are above the animals
We are smart Aleck the wisest guys
But foolish in using knowledge.
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
