It seems like the world is false.

It’s turning an illusion,

a confusion.

A mad land of false doctrines;

wicked sciences and inventers of evils;

a place full of dirts like death;

an idol like the Washingtons,

whom have taken the world into an abused bridge,

Lets talk about you,

no,you,it’s you.

See pains,heart breaks,sorrows,what about tommorow?

Who cares?

When his got no pillow to lay,

who cares?

The tears,their cries,why are we here?

Wars,our family,a common being,my identity,

The wailing and the errie winds marked its arrival,

as light chosed darkness like a carnival.

It choked the ground,as our replicas fumbled like yellow fever.

The earth crust had a nice dance as it litters.

Many buildings danced in unison as they got buried with our replicas.

It was in Peru,

the paradise i planned this june.

peace and awesome living were their cocoons,

but nature rose and spat deaths and typhoons.

Ah! nature brought pains to a nation,

Three thirty in devastation.

So untrue,but it’s on CNN.

She smiles alot,

such a beauty is her;

with a nice brow that glitters.

she has a step like my guiter.

Her hips don’t lie,

it makes me fly.

Prettier than beeuty,

madonna attested it.

She looks English,

but she’s an african.

A rare so fine with radiating chasm,

a mer maid coined from paradise.

A tale i had that she hails from the sky.

Words are not enough to express her smiles

She smiles alot,

such a beauty is her;

with a nice brow that glitters.

she has a step like my guiter.

Her hips don’t lie,

it makes me fly.

Prettier than beeuty,

madonna attested it.

She looks English,

but she’s an african.

A rare so fine with radiating chasm,

a mer maid coined from paradise.

A tale i had that she hails from the sky.

Words are not enough to express her smiles