Some times you seems so crazy, dirty and tempted
Full with the worldly pleasure that you are seeking
SOme times you feels they are phenomenonly right
As they are the things that make us alive
You cannot run, you cannot even hide
as it lies within our soul
You keep musing, is this all right?
Yes, its right! practice by the all mights.
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