Let me tell you a story that happened in the morning
Would not say it’s complete glowing
Not recommended to play because it’s absolutely boring,
Down the road asking the shadow of wonder
On the grass of the truth
On the body of sequence of reality
Flawing with the stream of words,
Not to claim awards.
It begins with I ends with mine,
Stand in the field of mines.
Could give the courage to move that step.
Is it just lie on the bench to sacrifice
Or Waiting the dead comes take the pride.
A trap can be set in a mountain of lies
Diving in the deep secret of life.
Capturing the moment when pressing on the mine tip ,
Visual all the past not going to stop
Memories of things that should be done
Things that not should’ve been said or used a gun.
Might spread flame on that blade
Or put all of it and consider it as blame.
Brave who touches the hive, not think to touch the mines.
It's complete dangerous when it’s just staying in lines
What if that is not real
Or just a shadow of the history wheel.
It is a matter to survive
Not a night story
All birds fall asleep
Then would it be a man dressed like a creep
Say it again look like crazy peep, peep, peep.
Sorry it just my fault trying my voice
There is no other choice.
Please take it as a gift and make it
In the base of dear mine and complete the line .
That's the state of mind.
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