An artful dodger who seeks assistance in being better after being battered..had enough of thee...standing up as the foresaken reality hits on the face..hard enough and hot enough to boil the adrenaline pumping blood of strength that the Father gave and the Mother tucked...the buckle of courage is belted on the throat that speak no lie but the eye that seek more truth...the hand that saved the moss lying underneath the carpet of dust and lust...heaps of fire rings runs thru the past that holds the future that carries the present but ain't runnig back to you dear Lord...cause I ain't try to find you when i'm in pain but I do say my grace when I'm in vain..trained to be a blood thirst warrior..saviour of the soul that blackens out once the mirth spades the lightning of terror in one's heart...the veins just kept rumbling and it ain't stopping as it ain't seeing any line that ends a dreadful beginning that trails to a fabulous ending...I'm so sick that I couldn't even recognise the shine in your eyes...i was so high that I couldn't even utter a word...I took the toll and I had no choice..just holding tight to Mary Jane's firm Fingers...she helped me...to get to the place I wondered without my magical broken wings that greyish the sight of any mongrels eating flesh...I said Goodbye when the show is over...when the curtains are lowered when I stop this crap..hehe..ntah ape2 la aku ngarut ni oi! %D%A%D%A%D%A
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