Nowadays, we are born to burn the world... Time is gone when sinner himself, decides to go to Church only when he want to repent. This a day we dress...
You see them mad, They are always murmuring; talking to a ghost, unseen, with voiceless voices, unheard with much in serious seriousness- they move like heaven, so far, is their...
Darker more to the darkest of what we know dark the world is beautiful. It always shine like the chameleon that takes the beautiful colour to all eyes the world...
Ah! Men are wailing women are whooPing Children are crying no one is watching... Who is beating all? Recession! Father cried back when I talked broke... I wanted to meat...
Should I write for love; Knowing my heart as a dove- Carrying the message of peace, Or should I rest in peace Seeing the real colour of the earth Black...
They think I hate life- they think I love death unknown that I have lived died, wake and again decided... On how I lives. They think sour is sweet in...