Drying like use to be
Without water might be
Disappearing to see the One
Dear I would cancel all of arguments
I need to sleep a while, to my dreams
Please don’t disturb of A God creations
Nothing to gain even though a noble
Everything comes too closely near me
Hush……hush…… go away like before
I keep up with all of my promise
My heart is blue, so much pain, more
Ought…ahh….ahg my time comes, look here
Dying in Sahara
Dying in pacific Oceana
Dying in white sky also a same
St. Michael, please.... send long an email to my beloved
I need a thousand tons some water, cake and good food
Bright light without dark shadow that’s your, Angel of God
Why is so difficult to talk to you of A mighty God
In my heart and my humble kindness with promised
Zz…. zzh….painful, need more help to extinct diseased
People is dying
Human is creating
Because something
In dark of submarine street
In middle wild of a nature in dessert
Someone must be given, right manner and act.
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