It’s not like the battles of the sexiest, where fairy is made
Out off.
It’s the reality that no one can’t flee from,
it’s an inescapable reality
We all wonder how it would be like,
since none was inconveniency
To uncover the story of the paradise.
With the myth that waits to be unfold,
History waits for no one, even though the world is
In search for its true love
Troubled that it may encounter the opposite
Death is the threats, Eish it’s the case
Let me take you back to the sensation,
where my
Life was threaten,
sun stopped and occurrence took place,
For a second I thought it was a dream,
my brain was gone
Eventually I came back to life,
with my pride stolen,
my mouth half naked,
Menstruation flowing through jaws, unplanned,
Tears dropped like
Winter storm, as sunset transpire,
the mission was complete, the journey
Was cut shot, we were no longer passengers,
street was indeed place called home,
Eyes bleeding, my eyes were burning like chilli.
Determined by a fake smile I made,
For a moment I thought
#Rip human kind sow, for Facts are not underlined
Life seminar repeats, from generation to generation
Articulate, eloquent, by my story above.
I for once outline the illustration of the gift i have,
Base on the lesson I’ve discover while on the wild.
Visualize an Image of a burning shack,
to trace the image,,
I had
It’s like a sharp knife running through veins
Fate Lost in the wilderness, in the foreign land.
By the time sun touched the ground,
night Dies in commotion,
Moon rejoices with Delightful that the world is theirs...
Forbidding that some are broken,
I asked sum of many, if where is he, when I’m lonely,
Pictured his home turning over, Rising from the grave,
Lines running through the patterns I’ve created.
I waited for the Texture mode to unleash,
