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Irritating face searching for money , Nothing left and everything is broken. Fire and eyes burning all the house sadly, An odd insulting things are unspoken A knife in the hand and cries in the sky. Quietly time is running for grief and pain Drugs are distructing moments to rise high. Alas a mother on the floor was slain. When he got up unbelievable stage. He cried '' wake up speak to me touch me'' Don't try it 's over that's the world of rage. Dirty soul inside but you never see. Mere poor creatures we want to live in mess. O!my God protect us we need your bless.
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