Who has made the hearts weak:
loosened the joints in the threshold,
palpitated a lot to change the shape,
emotionally vagrant, nothing to boast,
the gifted generations have the password,
whether to let or not is in their dreadful fate,
once, barren human were shamelessly naked,
clothes are their choice to move forward,
gossip mongers are at the glossy websites,
spreading pictures pull the bells of chapels,
walking itself baptized into work out,
begging souls are covered with petroleum dust,
no soothe teller said of the hearts of valves,
when sucking from the throats of the calves,
destroying the recyclers to build the houses,
stealing from the neighbors to be prosperous..
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