• magic_fingers 5w


    The agony of life
    Is too much to bear
    No penny,no money
    Hunger became a whip of justice
    Poverty like a bug on sheet
    Who then shall deliver us from penury
    The high places turned a deaf ear
    As we become the king of ignorance
    Knowledge is far from us
    All hope is lost
    What then do we have The world to give
    In the darkest room of secrets,
    Pool of tears do we pour.
    Then shall we say the last prayer
    Breathing Tue last breath,
    Do we murmur, save our soul.