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In the farm, there are many preys
But we count the number of crates
Bountiful harvest; all we pray
Running fast from all the lichen,
And the butchers in the kitchen
The hatchlings of the fat chicken…
Prays to survive daily movements
Tailored by kettles, pans and pots
The authority is corrupt
Dispensing tears, hardship and fear
To be fair, if you make it here
I bet, you can make it anywhere.
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…
