you have sense and the
sadist will not get any
pleasure after you faint,
if you are dead over is
the game or do not worry
thanks god, you are alive
that means the sadist
can not make you die,
rise up and hit back
what the sadist like,
do not fear the war either,
bankrupt are the warmongers
they can not continue the fight
with the defending soldiers as
you will be either a winner or
a martyr but for them only the
hell fire
of ills? where does She, thegoddess, fit in the scheme of things?is He not sufficient to hold bad andgood within his fold? if sins are heldresponsible for incarnation, why isthere a need of hell? if I am notfree then what’s the utility of my‘ will’? who is the killer of the ownerof the death? how…
Without reason I used to be angryOut of jealousy among friendsI used to create bitter animosityAnd fell. Too, into a bloody bad habitTo believe who were unknown to meThough I had a heart full of curiosityBut they were all direction-lessAnd I had craving changes, tooBut I could not direct them towards success.
Man is manGold is yellowThere is nothing like goldIn colour black or white
But not your wordsThey are poor explanation
How much! What you gain!
Facing an open seaVast and wideMade up of peopleWe call it multitude or crowdAnd waiting for opportunity to come swimmingLike a fish in our little drains and alleysAnd we are ready, too,To hunt the tasteAnd dive into immortal fameBut when the game turns into a raceAnd the race becomes fierceWe remain friends but only in…
