Bride, ride, pride, stride;
Buried alive in the land of war!
Flow, slow, blow;
Drowned in the red sea without hope,
Goal, foal, coal;
Don’t let your past atrocities destroy your life,
Soil, foil, boil, coil, moil, toil;
And like the horse and its rider!
But you have no hope in the midst of the sea.
And like Justin in the land of the army of monks.
For a farmer went out to sow his seeds and,Many women came around to receive some of his seeds.I am Siemes,But give her something to eat and wash her clothes;For she is one of the women who came for the seeds,But the seeds which fell by the wayside are now with chains and fetters.
But Beh was my friend on the supper of the red soup,And i will take Beh back home on this love.The pictures of my mind brought up wonderful colours,And of the muse of the red soup so enjoyed last night;But i will take Beh back home to embrace my love.
Because my love is all that makes you glad all day long.
And your actions towards me are like,The Valley of Yezreel! !Hear with your ears and learn with your mind,For you are like a silly goat without a heart!But i will be with the interpretations of my dreams.Arms of silver and legs of iron,With the stomach of bronze and the head of wood;Walking and talking to…
You are part of the problem;And i am just a passing glance.An open heaven,To the land of plenty;You are part of the solution and,I am just a pasing glance.An open love,A message to the head of the house;Live by every word like the fruits of your body.Curse will be your basket and to the produce…
