I took a walk outside
With hope for twisted
Sight to see
Like hell will
Someday be as heaven
Poverty is yet to be a ring of life
Woman is forever
A temple of slavery to man
And man still eat from sweat
I took a walk outside
And love still drunk
From tears of broken heart
As it was
Lies are still beautiful as butterflies
They echo like the sounds of a birds
In silent mornings
Life dressed in beauty of words
In old growth wisdom there it lives
To kill a man is yet a show we save to pay
He who believe in good kill for good
Still we chant his name as a hero
Guilty conscious only dwell in golden rotten eggs
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