meets pleasure less but pain
Signs a little letter to the God's
I don't know what could speak
to me straight the pain heals

In the valley I shouldn't have
seen my fame but we played
the game of political science
to think I am part wiith Earth

But nothing in the eyes of me
a foliage men i also prey to you
folks we warm each others
Hearts you healed me

I still think the president's are
not fare show him love, but i
fear him more when the sun
sets tommorow and unite us

His fear for love that nobody
can hear him but the smoothly
Sooner dangerous men mentioned
by saint envo couldn't I see you

You comfort me daily and made
me sain again and again my
Fellow friend I gave you love
You paid it with dear poets

Today is us for our life's must
Shine in the books of the world
So count me out and cust what's
Evil does not exist but an illusion