A VISITOR

At now in the world, We have got cold, Gift given with our God. In how it apears our body, You can not speak world, You cover without being told. You could like to hold, But your own finger betrayed, And went by being forced. Alot of people are suffering, Live at home while couphing, They seat while are wondering. Time of insects to round, Animals you can not found, But people will just sorounding. How things are sold, Even humanbody they old, Hating God within the lord. Going in bathroom without mood, Getting shower while speak in loud, Moving inside while not proud. You eat alot of food, Jackets and brankets are fold In fire people become boild. Season use alot of tickets, Money should be in pockets, No time for playing clickets. Season of people to sleep, It has alot shortcall treap, Because of having their cup.