I was ingress to the path of devils
With desert repleted by evils
My nub cluttered up with fears
I run helter skelter in tears
...
The mother who cares about relentlessly.
A candle whose light shows the way to live.
A roof that fade to cover it's load reckfully.
A tree that raises it's hand for it's leaves.
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The Terrible Fate
I was ingress to the path of devils
With desert repleted by evils
My nub cluttered up with fears
I run helter skelter in tears
Yet to hit town, trekking as chameleon
The certainty to make the scene was suspicion
Hurry as tiger, but dragged by clay
A saviour i foresaw that cause to delay
He is the conqueror of evil and fright
The reservoir of miracles and bright
Salute the lion, predominantly beyond creature's critic Guards me as a king, terrible fate converted to aesthetic
Feeling comfortable than being with the throne
With cocksure for this friend who gives a crown
Hoping and optimistic to own a mysterious garden
But what to do with the garden stuff with burden.