This is my only confession
As the counsel of men that have given its trust
For every soul in need with their subjects and objects
About the rise and the fall
About the kind and the cruel
The innocent has spoken
In this massive cosmos
That full of rock of many kinds
With bricks, irons, metals and steels
Stones of many colours and many coloured sugar waters
With variety of poisons and ecstasies
Becoming greater, brawny and sadistic
Tonnes and tonnes of illusory codified rules and fictional newsletters
Could a mother tell more lie to her own daughter?
People of the world
You can see the face of the shrewd and the heartless
In the forest of insightful solidity
Sensing of losing and prevailing
Say a word when you mean it for once
Shake your hands with friends when you hope for goodness one more time
The charade is hyped and they choose to be untied
People of the world
We’re drowned in the stream of sin
We can choose to be smouldered and we can choose to be at ease
After all we are breathing through the same air
And how we supposed that the rule should end?
Just dig the mother’s belly
Just slice the old man’s crust
So long the earth can find its root to stand
From the centre of the heartless articles
Deem to justify the causes
Since we‘re still be able to make an option
She’s not losing her charm anytime today
Tomorrow there’ll be a second chance
And hope that don’t forget it will never be the third one come to heal
Too proud to lose but to o dim to know
Gradually, as we go older the more she suffer
When it’s broken it will be too late even to cry
Let us pray together
In this tiny little breathing space
Shading on the fatal flaws of the live wires
In unravelling this harmful secrecy
Cursed and puzzled as riddles unwrapped
With a little wisdom and as His humble servants
We shall pray and wish for the best
To let the revolutionary whiz moulds our destiny
Suppose there was still time to redecorate
With wonders and kindness of the Almighty
Let a brighter future shines dazzlingly for my daughters and sons
For friends and loyal followers
Let be joyful till the end...
Friday, August 21, 2009
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