My Dynamic Friend
To sit beside him, make me fond;
And whose voices when sleeping like thunder sound.
His head as a bulb not give too bright;
To hit the sense of human sight.
His face not too grisly to ruin his looks,
And a humming of love he feels.
Not let your body falls asleep,
Like a buried body of man graved in the too deep.
Blame me not somewhat a condemnation,
Truly, it’s not me to ruin your reputation.
Not claim that you’re crazy;
Nor let yourself to be lazy.
To pray is the weapon against cruelty,
Even the devil cannot devour the dignity.
Co’z you’re being shield by God Almighty;
And He is the protector above all humanity
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