I Am Sorry For Her Tears

My child I'm happy to hear that
you still living in my Dawn of
new year's which is Yil, but
still the family lives in fear so
help me mommy from where
you lay in a tomb as it's a quote
take me to a Ghetto prophecy
that lived a men and a child
stuck in the lockdown of
coroner virus since it was
the phedemic of our believes
you innocent and smart sure
help the company is a temple
of Egyptian's speak a Tal
in Afrikaner Christmas Eve
servicing us for tomorrows
beginnings.... please?

Plantard Dacull
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