Poem (you don't wana paly me?)
when a dying hope surds and its pain life heards.then life sings a songs that has no words
but the twings in song, it death like long
who i am? yes i am , that outraged song.
you don't wana play me?
with flute of griefs , on the true of gloom
life sang me loud, in dead dark room
till the rest was held , for the rest of days
till the face of night , had a blood-red glaze
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till the end each bite, of the fate was sting
till the hopeless hope, wore the robe of wing
now the hope is dead and the life starts mourn
why are you still quite? break the silence , you sworn
you don't wana playe me?
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