Fall, whatever you die,
Standing in the upper ceiling carnival of the multi-storied building
You get to pick up the selfie,
Piece that is in concrete bottom paved,
That’s what makes the meat stuffed.
Get out of that beautiful body
The blood and meat you have.
If you have survived, however-
From awkward to horror,
Your youth is stomach; greedy man;
Stay alive with the dreams of the deceased lifetime.
Break your barber repeatedly,
Which you are in the untimely misery.
Live the way of the people
With the grace of others
Happiness does not come out of happiness
Your curse in life, the hundred curses in life
I broke the rules and damaged you
Going further – the rest is life.
There is no sin, no greed for goodness,
The only hope of life today-
Just see your ruin.
I’m a lot of undaunted lovers;
Never seen me ever .
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