Troubles has come
will my feet ask to run
will my body tremble
or face the trouble
i am getting tired
praying so very hard
doing and letting
to comply everything
the more i shoot
the worse things are put
will i need to stop
or wait my body to drop
i lost my intuitions
falling to no reasons
im facing tribulations
im dying in my situation
(madero/18august2011naga)
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