have been posess
The night could soon reaveal
The hope of man line on this
Who could seperate the wheat from the chaff
Have been posess
The heart have being tempted by heart
The soul of human become rag to God
Oh! my heart has become a pot pourii
The palm oil is all over the white mind
Who could cure the heart that perish
Have reap the whirlwind
The spirit make me superior to others
Within the whisker of my heart
Have whistle in dark of my ways
Who could cure the soul that perish
Have been posesS
Posess by the spirit of Good and bad
Oh my heart is filled with joy
Ironically with joyfull mind
Who could cure the soul and heart that perish
My heart has become a white kinght to me
Who could cure the heart that perish
Maybe 2nite
Another day
Now
Who could cure the heart that perish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem