Listen to yee’, I confront them, O’ Lord
Still my generosity never selected them, O’ Lord
Their narrow-mindedness, clung to their souls
There I could have strived them, O’ Lord
The glory in nature, with red wet frets
With that erosion, couldn’t sigh them, O’ Lord
Mirages and calamities passed by them
I could’ve deeply warned them, O’ Lord
The sudden thoughts, that twirled around them
Oh shitt!, that evils had ruined them, O’ Lord
The play of my heart, was just their pleasure
To show my feelings, couldn’t pierce it, O’ Lord
My all dismays shall be buried with me
In that urge, Will our memories survive? O’ Lord
Tears in their eyes, like shining gems
My grave-soil, shan’t be oozed with them, O’ Lord
They put fingers in ears, as my heart cries
After my burial, their cry, should I listen? O’ Lord
After death, Should I find my gravestone blank?
As their red roses, on my funeral, of no use, O’ Lord
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